Lyrics:
a tune up
Sorry I dont like the hellcat, i might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't
Motionless floatin' on the water
I feel like a savior
All hale to the grate
If a nigga talk down
It's invasion of space
Ima burst every bubble
que tes pas en avancant
J'Mise sur le mind comme la goute sur le front
Chui comme taxi, taxi
Amène moi au club
Near by passer le pont
St'ainsi t'accepte
We used to be cool
Used to do what's right
Everything in its place
That was before the invasion
Corporation Occupation
Mindless Zombie Invasion Army!
Lo-Ruhamah, armageddon, there will be no mercy
An invasion, revelation, the end is unfolding
Raining horror from the heavens
Alien bodies filled
by association
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
If it walk like an opp
Talk like an opp
Smell like an opp
Then it must be a
If it look like an opp
the old days when we would sleep at Grammy's (Forreal)
Now I gotta give up racks to Uncle Sammy
I give it my all 'cause I don't got no plan B
How come you
I don't know why the sky is blue
I don't know why I write these tunes
But with a vibe like this
I'm a climb these cliffs
So I'll be there for you
[Verse 1:]
We be the live ones
You don't want to try son
Cause the rhyme come
Like a nine gun
You can die young
Hide lungs
Til the seventh sign come
boutta catch no L
Aint nobody gon send me packing
Imma get mine this time think im lying
Just look you could watch this happen
Kinda look like i m,ight be
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
cshoka took golf balls, no birdes to hole, they fucked my city my soul
Cause a Hideous growth
Turn my moody Monroe, into a dubious hoe
But
I
Got to be
and television
In the infinite scale of our galaxy
There has to be another intelligent form of existence
If extra terrestrials came to earth and tried to fight us
Must be off a blow pack
Nigga, I don't want jacks
All I know is dope sacks
Slide on him by myself, nigga, I be on that
Huh? I cannot complain, life
Must be a figment
I'm out of reach of my reason
Blood rushes through the streets
Bodies lay underneath my feet
In the savage land
Water darker than
distracted by this music shit sometimes i gotta step
I be spinning by myself but it ain't shit to call no help
You run up on me you gone hear that blrrdd but
off vultures!
The trolley's full
Of goodies for the kids
So ratatata Big Macka is back and I'm loadin of the dip
What up c*nt?
Are you still with us
I made it?
Embraced by the world maybe I could break it
Or maybe even bigger, even bigger than that
Maybe I could be the latest greatest ever to rap,
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
an invasion , they aint have no vacation
Wake up every morning what I want to be
To be honest I get high to get by
Every day I get high
Feeling light
the violence
Caused by all this corporate greed causing people to bleed
I'm in disbelief and this is the world I grew up in
Where everyone is supposed to be
be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be
live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name
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