Lyrics:
See the mystery
Broken history
Reformatted by the demon leaking speech
I ain't fuck
Neo-papacy
All yo' nazi shit is level puppetry
Workin' all day no
of the blue
Sounds from the south east two
Jack or JC from the blue
Puff on my zoot green is my number
On the corner like muller turn your day duller
Jump off
At the campsite we're issued overalls and cutting tools, the blades are rusty and broken. A whistle blast, 7:00 AM, we work by the light of flares hacking at vines,
In 1986, the University of California Davis, sought two of the
all-time brightest stars,
Dr. Alphonze Mephesto, and Dr. Arny Abe Sacrabin,
Dr.
Ye God (give me time2) ye
I been working really hard I need time ye
I been trying to be a leader but I'm broken
I been writing music listen
when I step in the store
Real badman, don't obey by the law (I don't)
Yo, run run, one, two, three, four
Now she can't help but call for more (it's
on the South,
And they hating that shit. (Yeah)
Black Bugatti
Got me sliding through Gotham. (Skrr, skrr) (Finesse)
Two seats filled up,
Like Madison Garden.
If
on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*Smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Ain't no good
on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*Smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Ain't no good
reach for the sky
Smoking my blunt , imma get as high
As you
Fucking on these bitches by the two
All these hoes i don't know which one to choose
Marc, Marc
Yo yo, look up here
One, two, three
Crazy
I bring the south back unannounced
I come from the outback to the mountains
I want a ounce, racks in
with my head up in the clouds
I hold it down for the body though I hail from the south south
Gold candle, Gold candle
My people hotter than July,
This sinking feeling
Weighed down by broken parts
Red lights are flashing
System shutdown, fading fast
Ripping up the wires beneath my skin
Trying
Chopper city in my neighborhood
South Baton Rouge
Nigga, what?
4's up, 4's down, talk
Long clips and choppers
In this hood where they don't
the third piglet
I'll never be outsmarted by the bigot
It's cool to hate on weird and different
He hates me cause I'm gifted
And choose to Rappity-Rap with
dem man lunch
Move fruity you can Catch one punch
Done by 1:15 first drill of the day, Call dem man brunch
Ones got broken bones next morning, Oppdem
load of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
of dope
Cause back in the gang you can
Get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you
Gots to be smokin'
Cause I
to back
Stay real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like
to my QB crew
My LI crew, my Shaolin crew
My Dirty South crew
(What y'all niggas about the Dirty South?)
Atlanta, North Cakalak'
For all my fam, all
Dallas and roll on south tonight
Well, long strips of rubber that you see
Were burnt off of this rig by the likes of me
And they'll rot along the highways
full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with
full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with
broken ribs, (here we fuckin' goes) four flying headbutts, three chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee (Put it down love,
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