Lyrics:
Good news! She's dead!
The Witch of the West is dead!
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz
Is dead!
Good news!
'Why are you doing this on the Sabbath?'
They had this whole discourse and dialog between the two of them
Jesus was saying, 'Listen, do you, do you not
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
A wise man once said, ("We all dead, fuck it")
Just spit
material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
the only reason that my mind started ceasing
With honesty, I think we fell apart
You started making some decisions that were messing with my heart
You are
to follow Allah's way,
And His messengers, without delay,
For those who are loyal and true,
Will be rewarded with joy anew.
Al-Abrar will be blessed indeed,
wet
She whisper in my ear but I put that bitch to bed
Back and I'm better yeah yeno that's what I said
R kelly might pipe the whole family
Better slow
album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became
"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We
and even my
Image
My disciples are not even given my pictures
The Savants secretly leak some of my scriptures
But are squashed soon as they're seen by
pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we
Now all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystally
The Pyramids are there to bear
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
You put a devil with a nation
That's deviation
It's a compromise
That's pleads to satan
Any type of laws that are given by our God
To obey
Is our
see a person wearing
what looks like a puppy on their head,
Don't call the police, it's only a wig,...
..and chances are it's already dead.
hard these days, boy
Ooh
I be going so hard these days, boy
This ain't even on the album, boy
I be giving y'all free music, boy
These are album
Hit the water hit the rug it's salat time
Muslim champ like rahmon red gloves and a Glock nine
Silk shirt like I'm don won park the Benz by the stop
don't subscribe to "When in Rome.."
The Romans were nasty groans
Mmmm...nigga you did what?! Just to get on?!
You dead wrong!
And I'm Christopher W
ALLAH
straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'
that they hating, I pay it no mind
I know that hoe faking, I pay her no dime
I know they be rating yo' music and mine
Can no longer take it, by me, imma
dead!!!
We are the path for your light to shine upon!
Damned humans!
With this silver moon as our guide we banish you out of our mind!
Argh!!!
And that
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Fighting at the fillmore east.
Oh!
Two unreleased recordings of...of the grateful dead,
Sitting in with mel torme
Yeah!
No! i...
Oh! man! oh, I, I just...
I
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