Lyrics:
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
ready
And I'm ready to shoot!
So by the time I'm done
You will be zombie food (Yummy)
Pillaging your little village is fun
I'm only good at killing you so
(hey)
‘Cause you know that we
Live by the beat ‘til the end of the week
Can’t rest like Imhotep (Oh!)
If you don’t move your feet, then I don’t speak
We
a band-aid
Never really happy, private_void in a bad shape
Need a good shape, I'm ascending at a fast pace
Black mail, wake up on my last day
Okay with my
on the ground
And you're gonna be the first to hear me say no in surround sound
I don't think you get it no
I don't think you get it
You throw it at the wall
[by Kelis Feat. Nas]
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in
Shape Shifter
Words and Melody by London Thompson and Askari Moore
2020 Pure Bliss Publishing (ASCAP)
Used to be, You and me
Where did our good time
niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had a Benz
what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
Nigga what the fuck they GOOD fo? Nigga let's shoot
the hood, got a get money fetish
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich
Then we go and spread it
& brown rice
I was eating good
That don't even sound nice
I was in the kitchen
That don't even sound right
My sister made a menu
And all I can tell you is
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
self-worth for the attainment of my true purpose in life
I allow others to help me because of my willingness to help them
I love all people, of all shapes
gimme borrow
As long as I got yay and two semi autos
And connetts in the jeets like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think about
myself, lose myself to find you
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find you
I don't care how it sounds
Burn it up to the ground
Your kingdom, my desire
I
't really spend time on this shit at all for real
I ain't good at tellin' jokes so I hope I don't sound funny
And I ain't good at showin' love so don't tell
tales
Bumpin' in the zoney, pimpin' tenderonis
Blueberry blunt wrapped with a rick rock slap
Like Busta Rhymes, make they gun booty cheek clap
Stop by
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in
bro
I can't ever make
What I hear inside
Never sound right
Never mixed nice
Maybe I'm not good enough n maybe I'm a lie
Maybe they don't really like me
is not a good plan of attack
You wanna know how to really make it
Start a cult and let your ideas shape it
Let the people see who you are
And why you
where she was sent by Uncle Sam
She waved from our ships upon the Briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good
counsel?
Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales
And the presents by my tree
Are ones my parents bought at the store, but
I believe in you
No matter what people say
I believe in you
I know you’ll come Christmas
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