Lyrics:
Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir John
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize
on you, so struck by ?
Get em up drive by,
Watch em gone drive by
Yeah paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas really don't know shit,
I treat
like Kyrie Irving
I got vibes they Persian
My niggas be purging
These niggas be lurking
I'm way far from perfect
I got tools like nurses
I will never
Man, you know how young niggas steppin', man. You feel me
For real, though
Man, we live, man. Turn up by the front of me
Man, that nigga really gotta
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
the Fiend of the Fell
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag
and Music by Irving Berlin
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we
to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir John
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by
Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin' in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin' up I'm Kyrie Irving with the lay up
know all about that
See me in ya city sitting pretty know I'm shining dog
Riding with a couple Latin broads and a china doll
And you know how we
you feel alright
I know exactly how it feels
But just your mood will do no good
You need your medicine and pills
Lives are at stake, I will not break
rapture
By abusing mother nature
(TV: ...murdered close to old Berlin's Checkpoint Charlie. Police assumes just one more execution by competing drug
sorry" is an endless corridor
But behind each every open door
All my doubts, my fears my sins
I don't know how to begin
It's a maze within a maze
Without,
clothes are quite stupid,
And also his shoes!
He's got a big ol' duck-mouth!
(who knows how he chews!)
He thinks he knows something
About the great plan!
I know a girl by the name of Rita
light skinned Puerto Rican, I call (MIRA)
the way she moves i can't ignore
shes a porno flick on the dance floor
Submission by the Spirit
Which Philemon did
Look at how good God is
Jesus we owe you
And it's so true
You gave your life so we can be brand new
And now we know
punks know
You don't have to worry you
Can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how
They die for me now
Only got one clique, we Outlawz on the Row
they know the discretion between what is and what isn't a micro aggression
When you call me by another name
When you teach me for a whole semester then
strychnine
Now rappers undetectable I dipped 'em all in quicklime
Imagine every day your hype is growing by the second
And they're already saying Mike is
you know who I be
Latin formanizer, luxury liner
Fly designer, penthouse hind finder
Nothing finer, than this Latin mic sniper
Godiva's know who's
she’s got it in for you
Cherry might just drive on by
Next time you’re turning blue
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop
They thinkin' they know what it take, but these niggas don't, they don't know what I feel
All by myself, by my lonely, but look at me now, you know
on a white T
I'ma write in cursive like Kyrie Irving
Pastel pink on the color of the curtains
Prada on the surface of the purses
But I'ma disappear if
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