Lyrics:
wanna fucking win
Everybody gonna fucking sin
But the devil coming from within
I could paint a picture with my blood
Ain't nobody wanna show me love
I
off
If you feel a little down better take it off
You're a rocket now and you're taking off
Ready for blast off
Come on shake it up
Come on shake it up
diamonds dancing all on me
Please don't kill my vibe aye this my fantasy
Ferry's getting tailed yea you know what I mean
Rocket ship by Tesla our air
They keep trying to tell me I'm the one,
Even though they keep taking away from,
My hard work on the is road to come up,
I've been out grinding,
lost taste in 'em
Hip hop has gotten Covid
Time for gods to come save ya from hell
I told ya: I'm Chosen
While you're roamin', I'm Roman
And Greek:
Uptown and downtown and all of Manhattan
All of these boroughs be smokin
From clapping
Come to the hood if you think they be cappen
To all of the bloods
wide-body's a Vue
The few that fallow the crowd, when I'm bodysurfin' on you
Come from where we hangin'
Your body parts is all determined by your body language
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
ago
Julie gets there late but she always makes him wait
Until the sky turns from red to gold
She says "terry I don't think we should come here no
dreamin', I'ma genius (oh-oh)
Hop in that rocket, I take off (no)
We done came too far to play soft (no, no)
There ain't no stoppin', you fuck by
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
I pick up the pieces my hands are so full
I'm haunted by demons but my soul is pure
I'm casting the rituals all from the book
But I still am so
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
knights of Hell
Unleash their growing spite
Directing power forcibly
The fire of Hell is cast
Resurrect from crypts of Death
A demon from the past
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
lived it by the way
Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
Take it to your momma's momma house
Where everybody stay, where everybody sleep
Leave
a bank, baby, find another lender
"awwww" got babies lining up for me
Come from everywhere
They're probably all dudes
But I don't really care!
Now say your
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
a stereo, the tunes are thumpin'
he wants to have a party, everybody jumpin yeah
H, A, double L, o, W, double E, N
Rising from the grave, every ghost
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
Rappers do not like me 'cause I
See right through they bullshit
Rappin' 'bout a life they do not life
You cannot fool Crypt
Spittin' 'bout them guns
myself
Until I put "Tales from the Crypt" out
I remember writing some of those
Tracks I couldn't even record
In the studio with Joey
Cryin' like a baby boy
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