Lyrics:
for adults over 8 years old only
I ran mad game son on Jenna Jameson
Just to name some, hookers that ate cum
My dick, I'm'a make Mother Teresa eat it
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
Cerebellum titillated by god
Chrysalis open, no metapod
Closure within the divine Feminine
Transcend this pain from Original sin
Innate from Buddha, this karma
pay homage to my melody ‘cause she's the sweetest
The core of our spirit is naked
The form of its lyrics are sacred
Blanketed by the original sound
ourselves cold blooded narc
Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part
I'm like a sentinel
Known to be the principal original
Lookin' for
ball
Don't mention me when you talk
Unless your names Chris Broussard
Uh
Your favorite rapper
Can't go two yards
Next to me
‘Cause when Luke's on
No
elephant
It was ignorance that made this irrelevant
I'm not the pasta boy, I'm the African, call me by name
I'm the original, I taught you to set up this
don't play games drop names pull strings or bite
Ask nothing of us save that which is practically beneficent
To you and your quest for complete self
your downfall)
Keep it original
Prepare to eat a fireball if you try Jamal I drop a non-stop flow like a waterfall
When I step in, I knock the roof off
Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent
Meat-colored so you know I got a heart
Automatically, but I made it far
In the game, fame, fortune, get
We the motha fuckin' gang bro, we mobbin' deep
Wreakin' havoc to the game hoe, like prodigy
Rip like Ali float and stingin' like a bee
Most you
ain't tryna feel the pain
I never called you out when you was tryna cheat the game
I stood by you
And now you wanna treat me like a bitch
See I could act
in the name of the green They play the game of thrones till one wins A rule of one liar ends and another beings So why do we fail to see And why in
how I do it
I'm always known, for making cut throat music
I don't fuck around with him, he too dick in the booty
If I say the nigga name, then he'd
nie raz nie wiem sam czy
Uzbieram siłe tak by uciec w eden medytacji
Jeśli dasz mi powody abym został w tle
Wierz mi znajde metody powiem odstaw je
to meet and to define and to...
but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in
dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale
Cis Alcatraz Darea open locked up I am free Jean Val Jean
We will not come, if I come, I will be dumb side by side
Because we do everything
a original see but
They trace like stencil
A stain in the game, but you fade like pencil
Biting off of my rhymes
That ain't even an insult
'Cause you couldn't
[ INTRO fading in: Damain ]
...brains I'm bustin
I kick lyrics that cause destruction
Yo, I set it off like this
No shame in my game
(Yo, yo
America loves
Never forget, time and travel, 9 thousand mile swim
I'm addicted to Bacardi and gin
Playin' the games, stuck with a devilish name
Does it
carry him
The mind varying, Mid Town worry him
Design theories in the foreign tongue
Choice a vegetarian, I'm neither
Too obeying by leaves and spewing
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