Lyrics:
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
where you visit
The Devil's plan is all exquisite, all to distract me
Lord's still my Shepard, but now I guess I'm the black sheep
By the way, what
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Joes is selling all we need back at home
But I cannot help this feeling that I am all alone
Chasing Mario in my basement by myself
Locked up like
an album is next
It’s been a little bit, I know that, but I’m here with a plan
Using the step by step procedure to become my own man
And I know I tend
force
And yes my name is Martin but I feel more Malcolm
Hit you with darts, the album before the album
Split you apart, I grind but still allude
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's alright.
'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I
freaks home.
Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich.
Met her yesterday. All on my tip.
It's not hard to believe. But that's how it goes.
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
life
They say, nothing was gained, everything lost all out of heartache
But what I know, look at me now, begging for heartbreak
I don't know, on my
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
And along those lines run life and death
You know, so a few years went by, a couple
Albums, success, out of the
Blue sky Dre departs, he leaves us
Death
get big off the rap yeah I might
But I won’t forget my bros faces, or the town where I spent most nights
Still post up round street
By now it’s all
on your side
Not with duality but by seeing morality
You'll learn to forgive and overcome
Learning the truth
Talking no concern this time
Cause we got Cern
where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
take the crown
Fuck it I'll go ten for ten
But I'll probably be in a retirement home by then
If you say your gonna do please fucking do it
I'll supply
my house, like that bitch thotty, that bitch sad
But it's off the dome, no comin' home, I cum up on your ass (Yeah)
Like why the fuck I rap like this
Paranoia about my image
But is it how I'm seen by other people or just myself
I guess that's the question
Question of character
And what's mine
Is it just
Mhmmm
Yeahhhhh
On the road dis da lifestyle dat I live
Doing shows dis da lifestyle dat I live
Ain't coming home dis da lifestyle dat I live
Now
racist
Tabs of acid got me trapped in the Matrix
Never dropped the album but they still say Castro's the greatest
Back and forth, ballin', disgusting',
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