Lyrics:
other diss dame
So don't ask me if I write, 'cause my pen is insane
This a luncheon, I don't gotta punch in
If I clock a hater, they can meet me in
they gotta pay
And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
Back in the game now, copped me some weed now
My people bout to eat now, shit's
Think I'm gonna lose control
I'm too emotional, sink into my own black hole
Into the unknown woah
Tryna come upstairs but I'm drowning in
(chorus sung by the Drewnivers)
silent applause
venom and a minor crutch
I'm just at odds
with tripping over my own steps
chemical laws
are
When I take that final sleep
I pray my maker carry me
Take my fame and pull it free
Bitch niggas to bury me
Was a bigger man
But they make me
I'ma live for ever
I'ma live for ever
If I die don't bury me just smoke my Ashes in the air
I can finally see am gettin' home am Already home
Don't ****
talking bout right here,
let me tell you niggas something
You can be anything in this World that you want, except for my downfall.
Check this
[Verse 2]
or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the crowd in a flap
Just to distract, til I'm intact
Get my
that's been treating my limbs
I got salt by the pound it's now sinking or swim
Huffing and puffing with chemical codes
Follow no rules I'm the sensible
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
down
Niggaz always drilling me, ?till they see my four pound
Bitches always feeling me, try to give me some head
While I'm in the studio, try to make
y'all (Griselda)
Ay, yo
Rocket pack Nack damage is ambidex'
Aerial attack amateur's asking questions (que paso?)
Nigga test me, bury ya in the back,
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die
Whether he die in
blowin' KK in the air
Ayy, that shit be hard for me to smell, mm-hmm
Got all these VV's in my ear
That shit be hard for me to hear
I stay surrounded by
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
are in deep darkness or in need of guidance.
TBP was inspired by My Chemical Romance’s ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ EP and the single itself. Camito
alive but I don't know why
A calling someone's calling
Someone's calling me by name
What is this romance this beautiful dance
You pursued my heart as I
hurting
Not even her I'm hurting me
Chasing change is the worst of us
I hope it changes before you bury us
I'm lost in this world all alone
Bheka
Fuck
Fashawn:
(It’s Capital, baby….it’s only gon get better)
We was banging like an African drum
In the back of the slums
My skin black as my lungs
the dark
Bleeding out by the waveform
Until it stops my heart
You didn't bury me deep enough
Keep your heart crossed with wireframes
Transparent to a fault
Yeah
Mess with me 'cause I will bury you
'Cause I'm crazy
Yeah
Where's my money bitch
There's a story bout a king who lost his wealth
Damn he kind
masters cannot sedate me my mind Lian Yu/ (im in purgatory)
I cant have the chemicals/
I need something to control/
Round and round and round we go/
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
enslaved it's time to break free my vision was 2020 before 2020 you feel me to my B's C's gd's and all other organizations that destroy the black community
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