Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
and its in druthers what they tellin' me, and in my mind yo that's a penalty,
man baby so mean, she wear those apple bottom jeans, 90
Percent cream,
Red eyes in the evening
Tear drops by the poolside, it's in the seasons
Burning trees by the hillside, let go the feeling
Of feeling alone, alone,
under a dirty wool blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always
All clear, wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh cause I
Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch
F*** all you n****s I'm yellin'
This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano f*** a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man
Fuck all you niggas I'm yelling
This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man
planet for the vegetation which gives Mars
it's red appearance had taken root on Earth
As man had succumbed to the Martians
So our land now succumbed
Fuck all you niggas I'm yelling
This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man
Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage
Whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh cuz I catch
the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cause I catch
spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch
The narcotics is far from garbage, whether it's cold or it's late August
My shit is fresh 'cause I catch the hottest
My
the man dem a eat a little bit of kontomire
Respect
So Seleasie I say
cccording to the Vikings
c true pirate also sails
Inna di Red Sea
Ha ha ha
Respect
mang...
So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man
Rain...sleet, hail...snow man
Slang dough, E, hydro man...
[Beanie Sigel]
...no, B. Sige in
red brick flats
There is enough, the law is carved in granite
There is enough
It's been shaped by wind and rain
There is enough
White law could
machine, braided mane on a horse.
Go on and dye your blood blood red.
I'm gonna hunt us down some water and bread.
And did you never play a Paper Piano
Fuck all you niggas I'm yelling
This is mad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man
to death can't tell me different
Rod Wave paint the sky red
I sit and pray hope it get better
Man I really can't believe my Brodie dead Yeah yeah Look!
I
drive burns anything; that's what they use 'em for.
So piece by piece, his ship he fed the grim reactor core.
And when it all was not enough, he entered
warm
Like August in November
In my pocket, getting warm
A value-vacant ember
O Canada
O Canada, your penny buys
Not much more than a pair of eyes
Red
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