Lyrics:
Game like Sega
So her coochie always warm with it
Hot too cold just right she porridge
Start on the dresser end up on the floor with it
Pass me the rock
Suicide attempts at age eleven and psychiatric facilities
Pharmaceutical remedies for my iniquities
On pills and cages, locked up like a rat
Punk rock
peace, divinest comfort
Ere by faith in Him to dwell
For I know whate'er fall me
Jesus doeth all things well
All of the way my Savior leads me
way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me
way before I started rappin'
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin' that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
world!
Yo on foreign land keep your toast up hot rocks
Catch a close up your snot box broke up
Land shark tryin to post up reptiles
tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAQ, IBM, the big honcho on the block
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane
Fuck
to enlighten
And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme
Sniper, never a street fighter
But down for gettin' hyper
I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcees
(Eightball)
What's the deal
What's up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked
Rock of ages cleft for me
Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the
Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns
Well ol' Johnny might just be singin'
the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that
This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor
Ad-Rock, the pressure, yes, we need this
The best is
by trade but the
Kingdom that He made
Was build without hammer and nails
It stands like a rock through
The ages of time
It was built with the Love that
What's up
If you from Flint
Get out ya seat
Get up off your ass
Drink your brew and smoke that grass
We fixin to rock from Pontiac to Lansing back
The sun will cast its dawning rays
Upon the runes inscribed in rock.
The mossy rock by the side of the road
Has kept its secret since ages began.
It
commas
And I stay ten toes by myself, I don't be needing no one, oh yeah
Put yo' body on me if you really want it
I got a back pack with like everything I
is a man's world
Women exist, just from the ribcage
Even in 2020, could this be the Stone Age
This phenomenon is a disgrace
Yet
Skipped rocks
gon eat them
Skittles with drillas not bad at drillin
Not 6 to 9 its 9 to 6
With ma new age in the front
i love ma city but not ma country
Your car
not wait for the end of the day
Because by then for you it may be too late
Ain’t no age to this vibration
Anyway not yet ina this dreadie generation
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