Lyrics:
It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never
vein
From tying up hostages
My diet is lozenges and monkey brains
Agent of Hades wading through the red waters
Disillusioned and rueful and
Quadruple
a prick, or are they just secret fans?
Blessed by God, fear no man
But my heart still beats when I see a police van
I was hungover
In Phuket I couldn't
a bunch of savages
Customs agent looking like he's mad at me
Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy
Knew that I'm a rapper, guess he's not
by the salad bar, giggling
'Cause I seen that
'Cause I (seen)
'Cause I seen that
'Cause I (seen)
Microphone on my shoulder like a bazooka that
on reparations, I dated the red dress in Matrix
Medicated, duck in undercover man agent
Alien, saint in asylum
Abused by authority in a corporate climate, air
will catch in no time if his production guy was better
And theres nothing I like better then new battle lyrics
My favorite jam is "Secret Agent" man
hypnotized by the look in her eyes
(Her hips) Hips like Shakira
(Lips) like Angelina
(This) your're my señorita
Drive with me tonight
Brazilian Ibiza, Cannes
?
and slammed the door to her tailer
Her her slayin', blamin' her agent, sayin'
"One more minute working under these conditions
And there's going to be
together
Don't try to call me
Warning, my girl knows karate"
I think she might a secret agent
But still loves God and smells amazing
Got that Jim
And who they serving and protecting? Brother not you...
Not true? Why you think dem call dem babylon?
Cause them just agents of the system
Twist one up get
When I should have been counting sheep
My agent he just called me
and told me what I should be
cell won't eat and so
Broken by compliers agent 30 back and 409
He was starting to believe that he was paranoid
How could something so beautiful be
t'as traité l'agent de sale conne,
Maintenant tout ce que tu vois c'est le lavabo qu'il y a au barreau
Qui t'a dit que tout ça n'allait pas rendre la
a reflex, protected by God
Bringin life to the brain-dead, diggin deeper than the graveyard
The stick that you walk with, I broke a long time ago
There's
his ass, lose cannon want to scheme
Free agent over cream switchin' teams
Can't let him slide, time to take this ride
Popped up the trunk, throw 'em
of my super friends
Kill all your super friends
9 out of 10 of your homies are just the opposite
Disguised double agents, to me quite obvious
That's
See for yourself and take a look up close
Take a trip down to the southern coast
The roads to rome and the powers that be
All point to the angel by
turns you on
you know I'm not a maria, I'm not a houdini, I'm not a CIA agent
But I know, by the way that you look at me
When you are angry or when you
This might sound crazy but Imma do a song with Jay Z
With Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady
And do this video you know like really ill, word
****
Watching the stars
As they pass by
An ocean of light
In the sky
So peaceful they look
But out in the black
The unknown prepares to attack
From
the present presents presents
lessons to give or to receive? This question's evident
I am confident in my apparent specialist quest
agent intelligence
talkin' bout some vans are passin' by this bitch
I don't need no laws knockin' my motherfuckin' door down, already said fuck 5-0
You know what I'm sayin',
so many things you see, like how the
Phone company killed kennedy, how oprah is an
Alien and nixon never lied, and by tommorow
Morning you gotta
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