Lyrics:
major labels
The big studios who still give niggas favors
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D
[chorus]
I've never had love for the feds,
But I've always had love my slum,
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people
like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they
vultures
They suck us like leaches 'til we broke
But I know the game so I play it like chess
Act like a square but really be the threat
The next time my
so if the world attacks and u slide
off track remember 1 fact i got your back
just the 2 of us we can make it if we try juss the 2 of us
just the two
with my kids like the planets collidin'
The lesser of the two evils so I could keep providin'
Such a celebratory moment, everything was pleasant
My
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
to freestylin' for props
Jumpin' through the hoops they put up just to get us a nod
Couple kids from the sticks all up in the mix
Unknown MCs come together and get
I've got that mountain music in me
But not since I was born
I learned about it yesterday
From a CD-ROM
I've got that mountain music in me
I'll
Then they turned me around and tried to fuck me in the ass. Those motherfuckers that sold us out. Like Judas did to Jesus. For some like, for some little
one
In this heavenly song
Rays that you gaze at
Might make you play us back
CD rom dust tracks
We got to bust that
Best part batch
Unless we started
to the e-n-d
Eg, my CD, is way to d-e-e-p
That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say "ID please"
S-t-o-p like IC3, wanna see me
Hooked
This disk is for use
With the TurboGrafx-16 CD-ROM system only
This disk contains computer data
And is not for audio use
Please press stop on your
This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
? of Islam, keeps me calm
From doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
Through CD-ROM
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I pick my nose freely, at times I shower weekly
P-B is for the kids like O-DB
I'm Chief Keef meets Kool Keith and Keith Haring
Hold up!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Somebody done told you you wrong
Thought it was just gon and gon' end off like that there huh?
Hot, too Hot
Too Hot
high
Let's get high
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red
high
Let's get high
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red
a wash tub to thump
So bump this track if you're a laid-back punk like us
Trust the rock rolls and it gathers no dust
We are the reasonable force to reckon
Raekwon tape on loop
Way on route to make this my day job too
When I hear kids today I’m like Déjà Vu
Rap is the soundtrack to our lives
We wouldn’t be Jack
studios who still give niggas favors
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D's, wax or whatever
This is for
crotch
Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip like scotch
With the top notch Bosch that can cook clean rocks
See times is too hard for us to ever
supersedes us
Not due to intellectual thesis
They say we believe in a fool's faith
Cause kids can grasp it
And salvation's granted to those who ask it
But even
data
Peepin Vietnam through Vader, futuristic butcher CD-ROM cremator
Your - spine cracks in 3-D like Imax
You won't be Superman no more feel the pain
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