Lyrics:
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
of shots for niggas
Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
Jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
Livin' like the Pharaoh Tut, I'm
the T the A the L
Can you hear the bells? Digital digital
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
[RZA]
Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby
All you crab
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome
was cold
Dats just something in my heart I just had to let go
I was born into rap
Raised by hip hop
Wit nuthin but microphones
In my toy box
I'm musical
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
I need is a microphone and a friend who plays guitar
Oh goodbye, goodbye good ol’ days
These days, these days are the best by far
These words
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
Unsigned Hype
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy
Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
That's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was
with me through it all?
Nobody!
The Moscow Circus
Hired me to fly trapeze
On Mount Olympus,
Ran a race with Hercules
It's easy when you're chased by
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
vibes throwing me off
I had to go off by myself to clear my mind
And beat my meat off
But the beat was never off-beat
Hyper like some coffee
Hotter than
Put your mother fucking phone down
Listen to the microphone sound
Full crowd and we did it for the home town
Stand ground pay attention to the here
raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves
fly ebony male
Ducktales! Huey, Duey, Louie, Fuey, chop suey
Egg foo young's on my tongue, hey, that's kind of gooey
I chopsticks with drop kicks
My
the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then left for dead?
Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin
illegal so we kill microphones
Drugs are illegal so we kill microphones
Kill pop, kill pop well it's already dead
At least to me in my head
I see
run mad
When they see man breeze by
They want the tin so I give them the tin (Knockout pack ya boom)
Sit tight
Man never wash gyal like persil
On my reg
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