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Back then know hate been coming my way
Think I dodged it (think I dodged it)
She call her friend, we fucking in the room, told her fall in (fall
And room in the sky for the dreams to float
Escalator yo all in good time
Got love in my heart with knives in my eyes
Hope in my hand sheepish in my feet
it's money talking I'm like bet yea I heard you
Flow crack tho like fat joe I could serve you
Pockets fatso but that don't concern you
Born in 94 I been
check, when Bapa
Wrenched it near clean from
His shoulders.
Chin's cheap insurance can't
Book a room in the hospital
Where expenses loom.
Forthwith, he
understand my lifestyle, bitch, I'm stuntin
Fuckin' hella bitch in the hotel room, Smokin' the gas, inhaling the fumes, I'm trippin' off shrooms
All of these
the question before I pass by
Maybe she's playing hard to get (Stoush)
Thing is I can't be asked for that (Naaa)
I'm a grown boy with my heart in hand
To gift
and selling stocks
Makes him feel he's growing old and tired
There's no joy or strife just by passing time
In this boring life
He wants the lights, the Jaz,
He got lucky, got lucky one time
Hitting with the girl in room 509
She turned her back on him, facing the frame
Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
Run it back, hoe Run it back, hoe
Ayy, bring lil' thots into the castle Ayy, bullet to yo brain leave a fat hole aye
Ayy, got my muthafuckin' blade
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I’m never strapped
But I know a crew of young guns that’ll send you back
So easy
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
fat fear that I stall, in me
We here to ball
Gonna touch some clouds 'for I fall
Only do so much, but that's alright
Black clouds block the sunlight
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
on designer shoes
In the trap sacking up dope
And I'm fresh as a fool
I let her suck my dick for fun
But she had a baby by you
That SV watch freeze
Love me
say I didn't warn you
No, I won't mourn for you
Offered you to be in my book
Now I'm an author with a new look
When I walk in the room, I be gunnin'
All
and he balled up
On the bedroom floor
Why you actin' like you the one
Who popped his pistol for?
If everyone in this room was
A mutant from X-Men, you'd be
and Fats was headlockin him
I was clockin, about two blocks per minute
And then I thought
That voice there's somethin definitely
Familiar in it not long did
cashed the check polluted by pyrex
Scales the way it weights
Razor blades and bags
I met PittBull once
I even met Cypress Hill
Fat Joe and Noriega
Hella
How do you like it?
Just me and you in a room livin' out our excitement
On 'til the sun break it up, girl, let's keep us delighted
Me a buck precent
feeling out a nigga the reason you ain't seen yo boo
We all sippin on some dirty but be the freshest in the room
Know I'm coming with that heat everytime I
Black Magic by Slayer
Only What the Light Allows vocals by Joe Benson
Cursed
Black magic night
We've been struck down
Down in this Hell
Spells
Dropped out
Hopped out
Take it day by day
Sun out beaming
Tryna block the shade away
In the sun
Im a demon
Can't be burnt by rays
In the cut
Pockets fat
I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth
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