Lyrics:
english, I extinguish
and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy
or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid
been dreaming: I was hot on the
trail of Brain Man. I was in a cave high on a peninsula off
Mykonos. On the ceiling of the cave was chiseled
""The
walk over your grave
Think that there's no other way to live your life free of the blame
Of plastic boxes made by slaves in foreign countries owned by
Modern Talking back for 1998!
We're doin' it live on your 98.7 station.
Pump up the sound, pump up the bass,
in your face, as we move the whole place.
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
a book by its cover
Mines missin to make a doob yah hand me another
I'll read you the contents but Im illeterate
Open it up heres my stash lets smoke a bit
guess
My presence was God's gift
For this battle y'all see
How long we waited?
I held it in, sat up here constipated
This 'bout to be some hard shit
Hard
Keep the rhythm kept in time
By the beat and all it's comprised of
Let go, to release and breathe
Within the rhyme scheme provided
Roll up the mistletoe
us
Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders
My tongue mutilate modern English. I'm from the sideway heaters
Always coming on your side
to the doorway
Of the funniest fucker in the world
They're here to help you
Satisfy your desire
There's a bright future for all you professional liars
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
own?
Scrolling through pictures keeps me up through the night
Got me addicted to that blue light
Ooo modern nostalgia, here she comes again
Dressed in
won't you come home to me
'Tis by the English Market gates I'll be
I hear the Angel Voices telling me to be strong
Here in this English Market Christmas
and the mouses
Getting fat on the couches, huh
Come get enchanted by the love of the planet
And take a break from the modern worlds covered in granite
Cause there
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
(chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Hi, my name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Such a shame, such a shame
Critical...
You're living foul, things are getting wild
It's difficult to raise a child
Cause growin up in a lost
Such a shame, such a shame
Critical...
You're living foul, things are getting wild
It's difficult to raise a child
Cause growin up in a lost
tremendous
Do or die double E, nigga deep up in this
Old English keeps me way twisted
Tequila lime keeps me way twisted
Gets me in the mood to handle
(chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Hi, my name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
times before
But didn't score, my reading was poor
Injected with the Devil's English, I extinguish
And approach all homonyms, shit in your brain
a twist
M4A1 to genie dust
Ay Veda's beating us
I'm so devious
I'm so devious
Shout out Double G on this one
I'm so devious (Cd's up in here)
I'm so devious
tremendous
Do or die double E, nigga deep up in this
Old English keeps me way twisted
Tequila lime keeps me way twisted
Gets me in the mood to handle
Burgundy nocturne tips and spills
They trot along nicely in the spreading stain
New chills, new thrills for the old uphill battle
How did he wind up here
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