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I ever knew
Until I met you

There's a barn on my father's farm
Built with hardwood beams
Sewn by hand to stand the test of time
Cedar dowel
from myself
This ain't a test, it's state of emergency
'Cause I can't stop myself, I'm trying my best
Tell me what else could go wrong?

I dream like
Queen has got a gun!
Debbie's smiling, and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh! Buffy's pom poms just blew to bits
Oh no, Misty's
Queen has got a gun!
Debbie's smiling, and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh! Buffy's pom poms just blew to bits
Oh no, Misty's
a herd of a chosen few
The reason I state that is many receive callin'
But some wade in the water while few are down for all in
Total submission submerged
yours Infamous on top better rep yours
Fuck around and test yours
First be the best off

[Godfather]
If it's war nigga abort
Combat sport
Survive by all
Fun, even funner
I'm the gunner sub-machine gun
It don't seem right, that they don't get my theme right
They don't know me,
So we move forward
on 
You will learn 
Christian no Hebrew on the the balcony I see you 
The devils coffin with corpse of course 
In a mental state earthquake
Schitzophrenic
again
Fly over 101 freeway, run like Flash on speedways
Human-made man machine move like Jim Kelly with Afrosheen
Green Bay ninja green with technical
she's never satisfied

We've been fucking for decades, sex has gotten routine
We gotta spice that shit up, I'm not a total machine
I'm sick of all
up in that ass money 
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me 
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up 
Emcees get wet up
tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull 
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule 
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes 
Rhymes by
and listen, total package, yes a true master
Produce rhymes, slang hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies
get charged
And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
So to feed your kids, I need these bricks
40 tons in total, let me test