Lyrics:
casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run
goes south
At that point you are on south mouth
At that point you are on south mouth
At that point you need your buddies to vouch
At that point you need
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?
You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are
hand
The dawn discloses we were dreaming of a land
Where love reposes but castles made of sand
Like winter roses are fated to die
My darling like you
You know what it is man it's TRnTH yeah
God damn man god damn Young Richard
It's like TRnTH
Young Richard struggling through the many homes
His
my cord is on the way but I still got shit to say
They honking horns all day hope they don't catch them astray
You can tell what's on my mind by
of people love
I'm a give 'em credit where it's due
Anyone that got it, I can do it
This the one I dedicate to you
I'm gon do what I want
'Cause this
know I smoke that la la la la
Get fry, 360 fizzi it help me get by
It got that bomb
Wish your vice got every kind
You'd be blind like a rock star
Leang
to church
I don't want to make
Question
What are your thoughts on me visiting you?
You better, you better, you better ask somebody
Where's the love?
You
more than that if you from where I come from
I never went to school in Cypress
Or tried to be more wavy by just changing up my dialect, I
Keep it honest
matter what skin you're in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You
the halls of Hell!
A journey, that'll burn he, and all, who dwell
The wicked, are afflicted, condemned, and convicted
Imprisoned, in darkness, where men,
afflicted, condemned, and convicted
Imprisoned, in darkness, where men, are heartless
Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
Drag him down, in
us
The consequences are humongous
You don't want to feel my lunges
First, I'll cut, you
Where your motherfucking lung is
As I hear you on your last
Direct I'm moving
Directly to you
Direct I'm in it
Bitches by the two
Cook like ratatou uhhh yeah
And all because of you
I go swish
Richard on the wrist
I
and mind
Alive for a short time and dead
By the end of the rhyme
I'm back and in fact
Do you know where you are?
Motherfucker we 'bout to break your neck
If you stand close to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my lecture
Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that
Australia and they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
some of my best friends are trains
And did you ever
, but do you know who you are?
(Richard Pryor: You go down there looking for justice, that's what you
find, just us)
chorus 1: (4X)
chorus 2: (4X)
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