Lyrics:
of town
Eight hours out triple price on the pound
He said let's do it
Built the system from the ground Moved and set out all forth made it count
Really
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over
that's critical.
I set the pace and whenever ready, delivered gold
This is a thank you for everything you've given, though
Sorry, I kept you waiting.
and gone
On its way, atomic toys
Leaving us with no actual choice
Ready, set - T minus ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
exceptions
Marked like a bounty by haters soft as bounty
Calmly entered counties in scenes like Robert Downey *Junior*
Layers surround me, strapped
the eyes of the blind,
They lack vision
Work, eat, sleep, wake, repeat
8 by 5 by countless weeks
Coffee, copies, floppies, faxes
Troubles, traffic,
Mayday!
Born in the flood
Bloody fingerprint sets
Black marketed fresh
Water canons forget me not
Epitaph airbrush with death
White t's
Wife beaters
Smashed her head so hard against the ground
She was unconscious for days
Passers by stop to witness the torture
While she stamped on the head
And then I go home, to a mothafuckin' eight hundred dollar apartment
Nigga that shit is trash
It's ya boy Zini
Ya know what I'm sayin', professional
South Klique
What you wanna do bitch throwing up my set
Infrareds to your chest with a mess
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
What killas want
Committin' homicide (yeah)
1-8-7 ride-by
And if I'm off to another hood dippin' and crippin'
Set trippin'
Bound to catch a Slob slippin' (CaRIPS!!!)
Gun
(Yawn)
Ohh Wee
$Lim
Alarm set for 8 AM
But up since 6:30
Ain't got no place to be
So why am I up sooo early
For sure I got time
No need to be in
golf the only time I'd ever be sub par
This shit remind me of the ninety-eight Chicago Bulls intro
From the first few notes you should know what you in
to shine!
But I'm ready to give everything to benefit and give a set of kids a feeling like
I got when I was given my first cassette after I settled in
(Deathstar!) (x8)
And you know that we got it (Deathstar!) (fades)
Luke get your ass over here right now
Stop monkeying around with that damn landspeeder
Where
Don't wait til the battles over shout now
Getting ready for a praise break countdown
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Anyone one can shout
But
the mic and I'm the cockiest
Ever motherfucker that you've ever met
But after the set i'm humble
Ready to rumble no we never
Stumble cause we 'bout it
our sets high
You can pick apart my rhymes always keep them in supply
I wrote this in the dark
My shadow boxing punch lines
Go on take your best shot be
heat
I don't know, get the dough, I'ma get it just for show
You think that you blow, ain't ready for the smoke
Need to see my bank got like seven, eight
'Cause she can appreciate how the sticky burns so slow
You know, a young chick with an old soul
Set through the fire just to hold hands while the coals
of the match, I'm scorin'
I'm livin' my life with no regrets
I'm always ready to mash up the set (yeah)
All my life I've been smashin' the mic
I make the DJ
can't let go
You niggaz'll never see me I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave keep a gun and a shovel
And pourin acid to eat up the evidence
Let's hook up tonight
I'll be there at the spot 8:11 on dot
In my low 57 Chevy drop
But mia when I go pick you up
You best be ready for me
Wet dream
got shot in his head
EBK, bitch, I said what I said
They speaking on JB so everything dead
On the set, we been buggin' and boomin'
We ready to flock
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