Lyrics:
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
all
Who are y'all
Popped another pill, super calm
Right into my palm
Dose another drug, what the fuck
So confusing dog)
I swear I don't wanna remember
reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
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 reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
over little tweaks nobody gon' notice but me
Just to put an album out and nobody notice but me
I ain't even been posting these days cause why
When you
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
through this tracklist
Sorry for those that's been asking
"Why has the album been absent?"
Hope I don't lose none of you, but if do, rather few than
miles beyond every single rap that you make
So y'all impressed by me? No y'all been blessed by me
And y'all can get up at my level when you've stressed
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
going my name is Sam Wiiise
Ya beautiful host for this album
Now here's what I wan't ya'll to do man
I want y'all to grab somebody
I want y'all to grab
shit
And the album y'all ain't ready for that shit
And I hear y'all talking in comments
I outta type sum back
But I ain't nun like you
I just sit back
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
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