Lyrics:
Sixth day and wasted again
Will it stop ever, then when?
But I do this by myself
Eat me from the inside to shell
We live fast, denied in disguise
Try to be idiosyncratic
Try to be addicted to the habit of listening to your madness
Listen to your insanity
It speaks, so make it a vanity
‘Cause in
at the same time shatter yours
Code red fill 'em full of lead
Greatful dead live from Hemstead
Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge
Check the full fledged knucklehead
Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"
Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic
John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
Keyboards: Jari Pailamo
Bass: Jykä Sirainen
I close my eyes from the madness all around me
wonder if I'll see another day
Don't realize the sound of breaking
on this Earth has no bearing on their own death
Death by RNG, it's how everyone goes
Death by RNG (This is humans personified!)
Everyone who lives will die
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
COULD
BUT THEY WON'T CAUSE THEY KNOW
SEE WE LIVE BY THE SAME CODE
BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS AND YOU STAY BROKE
WANNA MAKE MORE?
HOLLA AT A G
I'LL SHOW YOU
Of the enchanted where air quality is unbearably rancid,
From evil spirits, temperatures frigid,
I cross wooden bridges over methane rivers, it sounds crazy, but
talking ghost but, I need a phantom
So I can swang to Atlanta (Atlanta)
Out in Texas swangin
Like I'm slim thug
She give me head like she from Cambridge
She
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about, "Mariah Carey's funky,"
Makin the average group buckdance like
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
who knows
It's a wicked tragedy accolades of sanity
Washed away by years of
Torment from another ghost
But they need a new host
To behave and suffer
save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow steel by night
(repeat 2X)
[movie dialogue]
wanna feel shame
In the timbre of my old voice
The way I sound
In videos
Birthday at the Southwind
Brimming with time
Twin skies in colors from '99
you ever heard the dope sounds
Homie really you a pro now
Nah really you's a pronoun
No sleep from the side effects
Go pro for the video because life's
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
tough the world is madness
I'm relieved by your side
Everyone's gotta find their ikigai
Their reason why they're getting Up every fucking time
You can be
shinny hunger
Desiccate ghosts from the system
Connections lost in time and space
Come with me if you want to live
You starving days will be over
Come
obtaining
Putting movement in the patterns
To shatter the sound we patent
And wonder what really happen
When stepping upon the madness
Delivered by these men
Pontiac grill
Real chill in the winter
Eastside Atlanta ain't raise no pretender
28th gram bout to ease my temper
Earth to the fire want you light
caught the naive of a girl fallin for the OK
Let the pistol smoke the one you live by
Die by, examples of how relationships can be
I rolls the dice,
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