Lyrics:
like a guardian
I’m Mr. Rogers in a cardigan, just see what's up with my neighbors (gang shit)
Only blowing them vapors only know my father as Vader
just made me pick between a 'Rarri and a Bentley
It's Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney
Punched him in the mouth, I ain't
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
seen the Quaaludes video where it's that fat man from Brooklyn screaming at the top of his lungs about Quaaludes? Y'know, “the big man, he's the voice
Sixteen sex, no R.Kelly
That's no diss, a man want Becky
If you tell me you want Becky, give me Brian
That's o brain, use your noodle, don't forget it
Intro: Ras Kass
That's some real shit
Sometimes I be watching, you know what I'm saying,
the little videos and shit.
I just be trying to imagine
Yeah
We back baby
It's Machete Malone
EarResponsible
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already know
This is the Machete show
I'm
are trimming the tree
They're all just so pleased
To not be imprisoned
Granny and Grandpa start to slumber
Bierce and Baldi dance a number
Mr x,
Guitar Intro
Mr. President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask
Don't be fooled by appearances,
It only shows what the world already knows
Don't rely on the physical evidence
Of what the x-ray pictures show
broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will
Street, Hillside type
(This is what we do, all day like this nigga!)
Mobb shit now!
(Get this shit crackin' den nigga!)
It's a drought on
(Fuck now!)
or the ice guy
It's all fugazi, I can tell you as a wise guy
Gold is old, don't feel hazy or lazy
The world is crazy, don't get caught up in it's madness
Be
the rise
But the jets in the house like
The curtains and the blinds
It hurts to see me shine that's
Why they frowning all the time
In they internet videos
pill bottles left on the counter but
I can't remember which one I had taken and still hadn't
You know I used to wanna be a millionaire it went downhill
ed, master p, see-murder, mister silkk the shocker.
First family, mr. serv-on, tru y'all
Chorus (in background while she's talking)
We come strapped
minutes
All by myself bitch, like what infringement?
If you go trolling, you're playing yourself
Do it for likes, I do it for wealth
Tri-colored currency,
fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled
Me tight like a kite string
All right
Let's hear it for contestant number one
What's your
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
spare y'all
Why you wanna judge me
I don't ever compare y'all
The city is mine
I know it because I'm there y'all
It ain't even started I'm really
acclaimed; but the press'll fuck my name up
Police is lookin for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
Nowhere to run to and Brownstone even know it
So I
dick off
People want to know when's the
Tour gonna kick off
I'm no rip-off, it's all original
Not too political, a little cynical
About the fakes
In the beginning no different from the ending
It's the Killah Priest Iron Sheik from the middle east
Lacing it Sunz Of Man you know what I'm
undermine them
Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate
You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment
With emotion, hopin'
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