Lyrics:
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
and lit it up from Spain to Libya
My next video should be shot in Abisynia
Profetic productive, my time managed
By nine planets, I shine equality, God
your momma cry?
HUH!!!! She take you out of the street
cause that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
and your
tracks make a rap killings
Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings
My destiny was to shine, ? to climb
Especially in time, with
that bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair weave killer known to snatch the fucking track out
Put me in
(Ayo, what's up, Dean?)
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?, BGSOUNDZ)
(I bet my last track
Probably gave you lockjaw, Hey, LilKDubb)
Forever by my side, I
coast shit
This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smokin'
Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion
Catch me
read it
Last year's persona, good lord boy I've shed it
Madness with you, oh my, folie à dickhead
Leader of the town almost by default
No one in Newy
Oedipal
Or whatever, right
And that's just like part of the track
Yeah
Yeah
This is also one that was like properly produced
My friend Ian on the guitar
that pistol by my side
That bitch bring me peace of mind
Know how to read between the lines
And I don't know why you even try
Mama tried to tell me that
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
the fruit fell far
From that tree so
My success would be the greatest revenge
Thats why i gotta keep it sweeter than
Candy just wait if you can't read
Cause
I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood
wieldin a sharp instrument
Sharpened in the temple of pyramids
Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant
It's my assignment burn up the climate
my oculars blazed, a candy apple glaze
Still dapper, yeah the rapper named D. Black way out back, where the track by Scott Stapp play
I'm spittin'
Yeah it was on my mind Let"s sit and just talk a little time
How you expect me to understand you baby when you a"int saying nothing
Body language is
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
They felt that they were laying tracks, for the generation to come
I think my mother knew that freedom wouldn't come in her lifetime
Just like I know
good I rhyme
Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online
Not made to feel bad for speaking 'bout this shit on my mind
Or called
your mind
It's getting hot out here
As the days going by
Thinking why I'm here
Time flying gotta face my fears
Bands up milli up by the end
against the stereo-mono-typical
Visualising wealth is not applicable
Now, my brain cries out for me to read
With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy
Guess who's back, back again on the track
Worship God everyday thats fact
Take me down to the church real fast
Dont slow it down i be on my grind no
more than human
Coltrane blowing on the sax
Facts. I blow brains flowing on the tracks.
Axe. Held by that lumberjack chopping.
Mopping, uno uno number
Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male
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