Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah!
Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Mafia!
Yuh! You niggas wanna motherfuckin' play nigga
Don't go by the Terrance playin' no motherfuckin'
and here we go
The bass drum dancin' through to get dumb
Girls on my tip doin' flips because I'm well hung
Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game's
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
[Sample from "Snatch"]
"Do you know what 'nemesis' means?
A righteous infliction of retribution
Manifested by an appropriate agent....
Personified in
to the firmament
Overthrow the vapors
With a fail-safe method composed
By your nosy neighbors like this:
Smack dab in the middle of his palms
Had a new day victory,
work is turned to vapors ayy
Flyin' 20 hours never felt so right
They say I get better as the days go by
I'm just tryna be the GOAT
Used to see
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
of twenty five thousand feet at an air speed of sixty hundred miles per hour
Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music
be at ease
All my matter's expired so I run
A trail of sickness leading to me
If I am haunted then you will see
There falls another
Vapor
unto the Father; surrender!
Fell under domination, riches sought by lying tongue
Vapor diffused by suitors of death
I did not heed discipline of God
I
To one such as me who was molded by this harsh spot
No funny business I'm the logo, not the mascot
Me and mines rush for the sack
Put four in your back
the genesis carnival
Sprinkle crude stars, suck them from nose
Cut the moon in half, squeeze them, provoke taste buds
A red larva, drowned in the tempo
Spun by
like vapor...ashes to ashes. One life is born.....one life is gone. Hand-made by Him . The Potter molds the clay.
on poke she is the Starr of the show
Bands on the floor Drac By The Door yehhh I'm ready to let that bitch blow
I want the money cars clothes hoes draping
And those dreams of a beautiful life
Trailing away like vapors, passed on by
Some things are better locked inside
And these days, the most meaningless word
I'm not a prophet
The writings just righteous
I'm trynna ripen up my pen
Setting the bar by building a bar
I'm trynna fill Rikers with my shit
Kinda
Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes
Looking at my life,
I thought I'd have my life together by now
Feeling like the snow that is fallin down
Melting in the sunlight knives to a gunfight
Bringing what I
and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by
The cosmos at large it's so very big
It's so far away
The cometsthe cratersthe vapors
The solar wind
The residual echoesthe residual echoes
around the whole world w
You, I'ma be famous and you were gonna
Be right by my side but as of now
When it comes to the flight you're out, side
I guess this
Can't stay, see you later
Slow fade, days like vapor
I'm a sad bitch, end of summer
End of another, my tears runneth over
Cherry fly, cherry fly,
One, two, one, two, three
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose
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