Lyrics:
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
of re-arranges
(Love, love, love) you better hope love is the answer
(Love, love, love) yeah, it better come before the summer
Well, everybody can hear
of re-arranges
(Love, love, love) you better hope love is the answer
(Love, love, love) yeah, it better come before the summer
Well, everybody can hear
forever lookin' at
The back of your eyelids (yeah)
And yeah, we just got back from a funeral
(Uh) luke, Mac, Crypt and Futuristic
It was beautiful (yeah)
We
(Yung Mallet drop that shit)
On my vertical like I'm a rocket
On my vertical chill in my cockpit
Grab a mic and you know Imma rock it
Grab a mic I'm
your bone
F- serious?
So everybody, everybody
Jerk, touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
of re-arranges
(Love, love, love) you better hope love is the answer
(Love, love, love) yeah, it better come before the summer
Well, everybody can hear
Here comes the helicopter, second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say, hey
If I
Here comes the helicopter, second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say, hey
If I
doublin'
Cop a pair like 12 man
I get 'em by the dozen
'Cause I'm who they see
I'm feeling new every week
Ain't let me come in the game
So the game I to bust
everybody
Rollas, shout out to the switch siders
I need 6 lanes for dodging all these dick riders
I slide by ya wave 9 and high 5 ya I been fire
Barrel
you, I'm still waiting on a canoe, but it will never come
I don't even know where I come from or where I'm gonna go to
I'm headed to the mother land, but
Forevermore!
Riding from "Absalom's", from the crypt thy be our names
Deep space, the universe, mother of all borned men...
Stand... And fight, fight! Battle
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
conflict amidst a crypt I
Still convicted for my shit
That Judas kissin' got you slit your wrists
Come with me, I will take you
Open your eyes and wake you
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
Hahaha deji x Dax x Crypt
Let's go
JJ, wanna play games? Wanna snake me
Get your friends tryna battle me (Battle me)
Now they wanna bait names
How
muthafuckas talkin' about smokin' blunts
From the west coast to the east coast
Everybody be braggin'
But I'm the one who be puffin' most
First it started
Beautiful shit we did dog
Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man
Made all that shit pop
Yukmouth and everybody
Dubb see and everybody
Had
talking madness they average boy
It's a habit I have been annoyed haven't enjoyed
Crap from the rappers deployed half are decoys
Backed by the bad humanoids
(come on)
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Whine
into isolation so you wouldn't see me
Free me from misery and un-easy
Pain, emotions from the crypt I gain
Yet another young brain slain, manedang!
He
just emcees emcees are teachers from the on set
Everybody can rap now say something say something
Everybody can rhyme now say something say something
I'm from the rain in my mouth I'm from the dirty dirty sound Y 'all n****s better recognize people when I step through realest of the real cause I'm
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