Lyrics:
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I'm still with the go-getters and the gorillas
money
Uhh
Screaming "uhhh"; Master P
Baby, that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fishscale by the whale, call it
nigga
Shit glitter like ballroom
Chandelier, crystal, nigga
Stack money as we live life simple
In the corner of the club
Sippin' on a Harvey's Bristol,
of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a golden age foretold
The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
working on for Alicia Keys
And Beyoncé songs for his own third
Album and a European tour
Which he says he wants to model
On Pink Floyd's The Wall
Tour he's
stainless
The archbishop run from the Knox
A Chris biscuit plus play the heart, wrists glisten
Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
the paper, walked away with my key
Two years and we're underwater
Mr. Jones nowhere to be found
The banker came by, put a lock on my door
And said, don't be
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
up
I gotta make sure that they heard it right
Album laced up
While you drop a flip flop
All my crystals moonwalk
But the wrist don't tick-tock
I ain't
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
you ready?
I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
Nah, everything ain't rosy
But I'm so comfortable in my own skin, it's cozy
When I make moves, it's low key
Cause I got foes
Hot hoes wanna expose me
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
of my sins
My feet are cold, my lungs are black
I just want you back
You got the key, I got the lock
Saw it coming but it still came as a shock
Left my
Yeah, I'd like to thank everybody,
The haters, my fans (wow)
It's been five years man,
Three albums, thirty million copies, you gotta love it,
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
History, black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets try to flip some keys
So a nigga wont go broke
Then they put us in jail
rooms
With the black help walking around with sweeping brooms
Conversate about your share of hate Gathering in ballrooms
While Covering up ya
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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