Lyrics:
mommy's Benz -
Lived in Daddy's great big house - ooh yeah
She hawked her gold to feed the spike
A great escape on the pony ride
'Cuz Mom and Dad
the spikes
Everybody knows i don't sport nike's
Well I really kinda do cause I can't afford
Other shoe They cost to much
Everybody want to rock the dutch
barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
No drive bys its all about drive-ins
Hittin' skins in the back
it's alright with you it's alright with me
We can take this rap game to a higher degree
We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be
Check it,
lonely
Outside's from these stares from police
And I get the bad rep because another man
That just looks like me
Think life's a movie like Spike Lee
Too
night lost
Script the mood or play by ear as long as I'm with you
Salt spike the sweet we have nothing to be ashamed about together
Post shower love sex
jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right now, in
covered in blood
Pushing against the angry breath of the dead
c road of rot and ruin
Heads and bodies on spikes
Their haunting black stares trace our steps
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
Now they call me Rage 'cause I rush and come down like a hammer
Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar
never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like
Doesn't know what to do anymore
Jesus makes love to the spike
A trick for a fix and feeling so sick
Just can't seem to get right
Once he was
Muscledistracting sicksphere
Lacerate, damage, wreak
Disintegrating lifeblood
Colliding spikes, unlife
Labyrinth contagious
The world means
eastmont
With nines and ak's doing the right think like spike lee
And now their babies got free pampers and free nikes
Up at the schoolhouse they said
Doesn't know what to do anymore
Jesus makes love to the spike
A trick for a fix and feeling so sick
Just can't seem to get right
Once he was
was me I'd cut off your right arm
So you can't drink and drive and cause no harm
Running niggas over like Death Race 2000.
Innocent by standers
to defend
In the flesh commanding passion,
Glaring lust into my eyes
I'm blinded by her spirit, not yet knowing her disguise
And I know that deep
Originoo Gunn Clap you
And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher
Ready to get
every night, G (how you mean?)
I'm directing the movie like Spike Lee
Clap, clap, whack it up like Jet Li (Jet)
I'm on the island, do it on a jet ski
I may
Be in your way
Don't stop to talk
I'm fine but I'm
Sidelined by my mind
Talking in tongues bad intention
Is a spike in my head
All goes
Challenged by few
Rivaled by none
He's alow down dirty son of a gun
This is the biscuit's crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
(The beauty and tranquility of the land
Shattered by the treachery of the Duke!)
A single grain of sand
That comes from savageland
It is more
changed
Metaphor, hardcore, ruffneck territory
Brain food because you have to read between the lines
Check rhyme by rhyme and try to comprehend my sings
Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head
Offspring sent out to cry
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide
Holes burn deep in your
trying so hard to be strong
Paralyzed on the bathroom floor by pain
Last month I endured, but now I can't ignore
Feels like railroad spikes being
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