Lyrics:
the Predator
It's gettin' dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It's to lynch a nigga on paper
But I'm much too black for the god
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
Take what you want, tie they a** up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white
me my plaque
Fuck what you know about swag
I got a white T, I just need me some tats
Fuck all the shit in the past
We talking bout now, leave that shit
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
on the ground
And the icy fingers of old Jack Frost
Closed Tightly all around
Notes:
Very occasionally throughout the centuries, London has been gripped by such
Sometimes like a dream you come cut
From the same cloth
The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart
Horse hoof imprint on the saddle
Run up them numbers and bringing it back
Picking up shawty put her friends in the back
Off white presto with skinnies all black
Get put in a box
the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the s*** I took from people
I reap all your fat s***, jack
Back
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
doing alright for the shape I'm in
Sitting by a fire with some damn good friends
Willie on my left, Jack on my right
Blowin' that smoke on a Friday
respect" -> Nas
"Acknowledge the rep" -> Nas
"Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display" -> Guru
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
as a professional
Jack of all trades
This is completely incredible
The melody they're playing
Rhymes I'm slaying
It's all coming back to me
I'm just simply
Wind up lock n load like Gun Jack
Dark greeting to yo head now yo health bar wack
Took time off now it’s return of the Mack
Rhymes sharp and still
the boys by my side
You gone hear us loud cuz we keep the sideline LIT
Yeah we bleed silver and blue and I'm hopin' you do too
because when the squad gets
Suddenly
Life is caving in
Avalanche
Bringing fall to an end
Innocent
Heart taken away
By the bitter cold
And the boy who nothing left to say
Jack
setto arifureta soko ira no Street
jujinkou toujou no Situation Block party jack the show
kuuki ga imawasuka ni shindou zenchou zawameita kaze
shinjiteta
Charleston
Thinkin' if all that happened in Ogden
Black and white homies would unite to get it poppin'
Confident, cocky, Imma Hammurabi
One man firing squad
unfinished bidness
By all means necessary these bars are legendary
I father my own style Young Chuck Berry
The flow bi polar full of personality
Cactus Jack
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