Lyrics:
skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by
all of my raps
3 pointer, Harold Miner when I lean on yah
Post means I got the toaster and the beam on yah
Broken holes the size of a token
white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga
Three days before the first
Nine millimeter rounds in the dirt
Apparently jesus died and it worked
But its too many paradoxes in church
Another black
mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses
And spewed the crow
She feeds deep holes
For swallowing dust and bones
She's coming in a black
The Black Wave, black wave, black wave
I live aloud by black
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least
Tom Waits - 16 Shells From A 30.6
Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all
where they all meet
Not really on the good foot
'Cause the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes (damn!)
And in his shoes there were holes
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
matter that falls onto a black hole
Can form an external accretion disk,
Heated by friction, forming quasars,
Some of the brightest objects in the universe
Do you think the singularity is the profound?
That the black holes are the same and now
We gaze in strivings into the void
Searching for once more
mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses
Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership
With unpaid doctor bills, framed got shot and killed
Cock, pop and pilled
Three-tenth cotton steel
is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper
sense of all this
Black hole depression I call this
(Verse 1)
Back to a quarter a day
I met a girl by the waves
She wanna talk in the shade
I need
Nice Nice Nice
Kick 'em in the grill Pete!
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mice
killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians
Corner of the market, by usin digital
so they tied the knot call it love or call it fate
3 months later Tina lost the baby by then it was much too late
cshes and angels the devil and buried
Rocks in the road, keep on, don't stop
Big holes still I will never slow down not
That american rhyme black ice feeling top tier
Rain coming down boy
squirm
But I'm a team player so I waits my turn
And when I get the rock I'm going straight to the hole
My average per game is pure black soul
In the 13,
killa
(demon) 4 holes, 3 nails
(killa) the Blood of Christ will prevail
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadows of my neighborhood
I
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