Lyrics:
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
hysteria
Mass hysteria
True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass
screaming
And we welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass
mind because one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
and shit?
Judging her past and shit?
Well it's completely my future
A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
And I'ma need that forty dollars
you gonna rise
Just a temporary situation till you get it right
So cry to the hustle slave for your dreams
Perfect timing not too far from the end
Run
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
and it's creating a feeding ground for the bottom feeders of hysteria
Hysteria, mass hysteria!
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
a grand solution
Start a mass murder
One big execution
Just ask Trump and Hitler
It's all the same amusement
You can beg to differ
Go against my music
Just
You can crush all my dreams
I will not budge
Because your punch it doesn't sting
I will eat you for brunch
I will crunch through your spleen
Do what you
do Sanaa Lathan
Fire Satan, God body, I got the choir hatin'
Rich and rude, plus my lifestyle is ravishing
Laying wood on your wife
I swear it's
called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
Sunday morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to play with the flutes in the mass
But
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
is concealing
Here's a little bit of Miami advice
For when your hand is down your pants
And there's a gun between your eyes
And she cocks it
music that elevated
Just cause it's further from the roots don't mean that you should hate it
'Cause there's a time and place for everything that's been
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
Mass hypnosis
You cannot control this
I know every motherfucker who been talking shit
They been asking 'bout my music
Asking about "your next single,
zones, I'm telling you homes, have been invaded by tv's watching you, while
It programs your channels, or is that your children's brains, cause them tell
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