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broken both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?
Atlanta, dog, it's not a shock to me
And if your album flopped, it never dropped to me
Got knowledge for these younger artists, probably
But you could
the reason Hell's hot and that Hell froze too
Give a fuck who you know or who the hell knows you
You got the type of face people put elbows through
With no
the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs
Where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room (seein' as how they took
Out all
of singles based on consumption
Because you guys don't consume full albums anymore
Y'all consume, like, two songs and then the other ten songs, nobody streams
(yeah)
One cop said, Sir, you're under arrest (ha)
I laughed in jest, assumed he was just showing off for his cop friends
Opened some Chex Mix
"Sir
there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears
Pull up to the party
I been sipping' Robotussin
Shuffle through
build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
Hold it fo' ten
Five lucky to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do
need a license for your cat
Praline: I bleedin' well do and I've got
One! Can't be caught out there!
Clerk: There is no such thing
As a bloody Cat
of his albums, you downloaded them
He ain't got no security, the pound?s holdin him
And if he never told you before, you now know it then
Chorus:
If you
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
it better
That block hot but I find
Ways to make that cheddar
I might drop my album might flop
But I got a lot of guap
So my watch gon' shine forever
I
over to the island of Jersey, followed by a swift little airplane ride 3000 kilometres due...east of
ah...well no, no, got that wrong, due west
shit
It's war time, best believe we ain't on no truce shit
Before yo' next move, think twice
'Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo' life
there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend
always play the role of a Joker - no sir
In fact I actually act a whole lot more like a
Walking phoenix - on my feet that's sparking heat as
A talking
a tooth pulling-free without charge!
Oh, me, sir
Me, sir
Who else? No one?
Then, sir, since there is no means to test the second skill
I claim
trendin'
Both of them got sexual harassment cases pendin' (crazy)
A lot of shit caught me off-guard I ain't see it comin'
Like LeBron James homie Rich
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
didn't invest
We both got ice n' cars but I ain't in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Y'all sound like has-beens
N' I ain't impressed i'm
didn't invest
We both got ice n' cars but I ain't in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Y'all sound like has-beens
N' I ain't impressed i'm
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