Lyrics:
Jahr'n den Erfolg prophezeit?
Ich war noch nie so nah an mei'm Lebensziel
Habe dieses Jahr 'ne
Wahnsinnstournee gespielt
Ja, und mein Major-Deal, er lief
a track)
[Grym Reaper]
Yo
I saw the woman I love colored in blood
War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud
As four ships hovered above, my heart
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
takes gun
As long as you pay me shoots HA!
I I 'm gonna drink my tears tonight point
I'm gonna drink my tears and cry
'Cause I know you lcve me, bcby!
I
straight lies
My little shooters keep it on they waist side
They small but straight ride
Right from the jump they'll bang
On you Nate Rob' yo I hate lies
Dickies and a Carhartt vest
I'm a farmer through and through, don't confuse me with the Left
Eauzone what I'm reppin' thundercloud on my chest
Other teams
rhyme on this funky track
You know how we get down, yo
Shake your head and say damn (yeah)
When the words from Big man
Explode like an ash-can while DJ
Setbacks and distractions I seen 'em by the dozens
Stay focused make connections bro and get your money
Blew some bags in my past I was just a young'n
Now
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
it's a mismatch
You see what I did to the
Other MCs on my diss track
How can I clash Devilman?
Devilman ain't on my level man
After I murk Devilman
Put
shit gone play
But you can be the bitch and go the other fuckin way
You gotta respect us
We got guns and we got a whole plethra
And I betcha
Every
than that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave shift
My right hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun
even bro's still so you can just
Poke me back, my flow's like magic
You know the fact that I'm no fanatic
My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your
Ok
Hey yo, it's us versus them
Jambo
Bumia
Yeah
Vi ste gore
Mi smo dole
Yes, yes
Beeyoudee
Revolution music
So heyos
Vamonos
Listen
Are you ready
between animal thoughts and what was taught by Confucious
B-boy lucid
Ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts
Just for my people
Persecute plagiarist
]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Wherever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Come
on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do
of y'all know it
I could burp on a beat and y'all rappers would probably quote it
Hercules, I'm hurting these phonies
Overly flowed with bonus quotas from my
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'
CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
the bass of a drum?) Yo, that type of bass drum
Will make the people feel it, can you feel it? (We feel it, Doc)
Now that that's straight it's my turn
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
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