Lyrics:
Countdown's begun
I'm taking off
(Five, four, three, two, one)
I'm taking off
I keep on sinking in this black hole
Somehow we gotta rise above
No
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (style)
And made it all come back like memory lapse (yeah)
I'm in that matte black 'Lac, strap
I was at the gates
Ram's legs, my pizza black, my plants dead
My planet X, I might bleed green
I'm what's under the uncut chia seed
I'm what,
very seldom enter
To put it on a black plate of wax with a hole in the center
Understand, I'm not the greatest
Above the Law is always funky fresh and we
close (Gotta keep em close)
Dressed in black with that knife this that reaper flow
(This that reaper flow) and I'm coming for you (Yea)
Three on my shirt
chainsmokin'
Fiendin' for a vic, fiendin' for a sick flow
Mama seen to the stove, biscuit, chicken box, chicken pox or not?
Dirty socks with the hole by
I love beats by the Viking and the Alchemist
People get inside my head like John Malkovich
My life is getting complicated like calculus
I feel
back when they let me
Before you learn how to lie when you're leaving
Love is so much easier then
And at school would you believe three hundred boys
to raise zombies
And beat the drum that bears blessings to the boundless
Send lessons for the unaccounted for
When we eject from black holes
Energy
So if one day, our fuel runs out
And we're barreling towards a black hole's mouth
I'd want to hold your hands in mine
And count the seconds passing by
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
voice
And all my doubts would be destroyed
So if one day, our fuel runs out
And we're barreling towards a black hole's mouth
I'd want to hold your hands
Looking inside my eyes
Baby you ought to have some nightmares
Better think three times fore you step to me
I'm letting yall know you better beware
No
Hook:
I'm Violent by Design
Verse 1:
There's violence in my history
Silence or your lips will bleed
Silencers and M16s
Try me and the triggers
“The Man is carried in naked by two bearers who drop him on the platform with bestial, stirring brutality. The Man wriggles… His flesh turns
Bound by chains
Counting down til the end of days
Power is evil and
Evil is ours
Praise for the demon
That made who you are
Two hits
Three hits
Take you
by a man who retired from the repair pool at Fort Sam Houston
Same guy who laid the direction-of-the-hole-left-by-the-electron-moving-backwards gem
on stars in the night
Fathers are black holes that suck up the light
That's the memory I filed on the fringe
Along with the memory of the pain you lived
it so mi talk how mi talkignorance condone it no more..(so here we go)..1 time..2 time..3 timefourstill we a go line up an kick through
Yeah 3x
I turn up!
Itz Kwame Quake do it
Yeah ahh Tinder Babies
Yeahh these tinder babies
Itz Kwame Quake I do it
Got this app and this shit too
Woke up under the same old feeling
Floor is soft and the sky is the ceiling
Trying to look through two black holes
Trying to search for two clean
has no weight, constant rotate at a slow rate
Through the black hole, purple rainbows in Kuwait
Destination operation alternation of the sun
the night right, it was me and three of my boys
down at some bar sip lil rum, feelin' kinda lonesome
Mad open off the port hole that made me want to explode
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