Lyrics:
world, you lost your kin folk
Way out the stars, just open the window
Hitting so loud till it's a crescendo
Down in the rabbit hole, lost in limbo
In your
there's a God above me
I'm just the God of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow," fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!)
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
payed for
By the hubris of men whose eyes are dialated, what for?
In each and every medium, a medium is stored, like a median
The middlemen of media,
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
against the stereo-mono-typical
Visualising wealth is not applicable
Now, my brain cries out for me to read
With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
ain't never stood on the podium
Watching these rappers that ain't nowhere nice as me getting a check got me cooking with sodium
Niggas score hole in ones
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard
Yeah
Mmm (DatPiff dot com, world premiere)
I been smokin' on the gas
Hocus pocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the cash
Goin' Krogers with
No problems in this world
It's over now
I'm home chillin' with my girl
It's over now
My mom was in a twirl
It's over now
I'm home chillin' with my girl
to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get
in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get deaded, never regret it, only
Hook:
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting high)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we in the sky)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting
to come to feel your earthquake
Socalize a little somethin'
And you sweatin my style
Challenge my world
You want to shell my mix
You want to sit with
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my
the lord of your own dance in stereo sound
[Eggs]
Everyone's a DJ so get in the mix
You can't all spin the decks cause most of you are dicks
Act like big
mix it with the lean
I can burn it all, it's never been about the green
About the green
She for the team
World is what you make it and I've made it what
the beauty of the world
You see Y2K ya know is a moment
In time we find that we can open
Up a heart that's locked or been broken
By the pain of words not
is literal I swear
All the people hit the floor, it was blown up by a bear
And he must have had a bomb, but I really couldn’t tell
Then a wizard in
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