Lyrics:
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
falls
While this album tells the same shit, not my fault
I tried the methods someones preventing it nothings a call
I'm hated by God
Made me want to fall
of the shit I see
You got views but you can never be like me
Confused?
Bars cold but the track is heat
I gotta burn it up yea
I gotta burn it up yea
I gotta
fingers up. I guess this is the fuck you with me,
Yo, burn rubber and skirt by
Flirt with death live with mother nature and dirt grind
The saying goes
synchronisation..
Wake up, hang like the drum
For the last hour we've been
Shouting from our lungs
See there's a flower
That's devoured by the path
But you have
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
and when your album drop we'll remember
And to all the Arab governments all yall pretenders
Kings only by title just a puppet
Words without action we ain't
to come face to face with it
Metal bracelets if you got questions
Hospital patient you wastin' a bed on
Suffocated by the pillow your head on
Roll up
to burn it, I'm red like a rose again
I've got a riddle for those who are listening
What enters in silence then sits and waits patiently
Then shows you
albums flop
I'm on my knees and daily praying for my enemies
Pray they repent and turn to God and change their destiny
High yella light brown skin
man, Burn me up a trash can
Light up an offering, call it Halocaustin'
I paint like Picasco, pour me macchiato
Never lacked an encore, so I stay rhymes
Listen, look
I don't fear words but still my ears burn
People conversate but never share
What they've heard they're only talking
They're
ze-trei, la puissance, tu connais
J'suis une grosse cagoule, t'es un gros bonnet
93 Empire
93 (Sevran RGT)
93 (Blankok City)
93
C'est la BO d'ma
the changes
This was how it's meant to be
Can't you see I was a bred MC
To spit this fire burn three degrees
Flow so cold Sub-Zero freeze
Like an MK fatality
me from all directions yeah I still can't see the end
I'm scarred by love but that is something that I've definitely addressed
I'm scarred take out one
off like it's Christmas
Believe me
I know that we make this look easy
But you should see all the hours
We put in by the weekly
No weaklings on my team
this my last stop then I will stop at the top
And if this album flops, it won't be the last I drop
You see to me this shit right here means more than
the industry
Got a whole album the world will probably never see
That’s a different side of me
The anger in the frequency
Just let it be
And let it go
and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops
A brother'll blow this
Another ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame emcees that don't blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo
missing the vantage point
I’m disjointed and damaged
Seeking some potent evangelist
I’m hoping you scan the wrist
And see what happens when you take heart
Devil's six
Devil's six
Met the grim reaper while I floated down to hell
Felt the fire burn inside my chest, inside my head
Waited for my soul
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