Lyrics:
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
you, he need his Rogaine razor blade
Dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a
Side and then defend ya block
Where
pleasing
I been cheesing, still ain't scratch the surface, dig for deeper meaning
Still it's (Deeper)
To your skull To your chin Blam! Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls rising From here to Reno pesky like a mosquito Tougher than Scarface so
my judgement
Float through skies
In sync we function
Above it all
Drag us down
We gone shove it off
Wanna dig deeper
When the shovel fall
Remember
Mister Runaround has been runnin' 'round town
With his double-down demeanor and dubious claims
He's been busy collecting fools
Who will abide by his
current mood depression
Next moves projection that's a break out sound
Bars like in prison with a voice from the playground
I elevate sound it comes with
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
feelings
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa, whoa
You can't unlive where you're from
I know women who used to love by the hour
I've seen men fall
this shell
A grip held taut tears fear from reluctance
Succumb to The Choir, an empathetic retort will drag you down
Ripples at ease
Roiled by my hand
So dig down deep
And break that wall
Muhammad Ali
Give a knockout blow
Never lose sight of what you're fighting for
You prove who you are by the sweat
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
like Pixie Dust
Tried to run off, bullets hungry, they'll eat you up
Put the guns down, yeah okay, I only swing the blunt
Smoked every strain in this
the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
deranged
Like a pit that's off the chain (Ha)
I been huntin' motherfuckers
Ain't no runnin' from the stain (Aye)
Dig my confidence
A brother brought a shovel
turn on that switch
He feel the hit from every hollow
I don't know why they played with me
This shit is not a game
Commit a murder plead insanity
They
from the East
Crazy how they pull a Rip Van Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
way down
Outlined in colors, I reanimate!
Who brought me here?
An esoteric pull
Tethers from myself
Burdened by another?
Advent shaper
Did someone
crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin
iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me
See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
just hold that thought, this subject deeper
Now, who feelings deeper, "you up?' text from late night creeper, freak her
Dick down, dig deeper, seeker,
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