Lyrics:
bloody meat
Boy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him
So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him
Load up the Uzis, turn
and red
So you might as well say that Skepta's dead
But I’m torturing Skepta I’ll start
From his head and
Go all the way down to the toes
Rip out his scalp
posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's
let up
'Til everybody eats my turds
These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me
Like Justin Ross Harris at a nursery
Goin' ham at candy
that I used to tend
Same way the LORD delivered me then
He'll do it again! Again?
Yeah, Yeah! He'll do it again!!
You goin' down Goliath
& I'm comin' for
posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home
Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's
some things
Almost want to blow my brains
Into outer space
I rather chase my dreams
Get all the fame
Fall from grace
And then come out of it
there's war, you gots to know
Them boys got toys, tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go
You
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
Before I fall (Before I fall)
Before I fall (Before I fall)
I don't want a little, I want a lot
Was stayin' timid while pickin' my spots
If you
there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, ?oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ? ?
Johnny gets up, takes off his
that's right, boy, PE in full effect, boy, to the year 2000, yo
Stop, look, what's that sound? (come on, sing it)
Everybody knows what's goin' down
that's right, boy, PE in full effect, boy, to the year 2000, yo
Stop, look, what's that sound? (come on, sing it)
Everybody knows what's goin' down
throwin' bones and such
So let me burn this track so I can light your blunts
East Coast, West Coast, we mash up
Down south, overseas, we cash up
In your
Yeah
Holy Ground
My woes I sing loud
l won't hold'em down
All of the sounds
I bring out
Echoes all around and
Golds what I find in the deep
Look
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
California
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean
Where it don't matter, long as we're goin'
Yeah, I got a Chevy, she
it down, now you relieve
Rather you leave, then you go back out on me
Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least
You know my Dodge
doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
fall to knees, where I'm from,
Stardust boys generate the thunder,
We intergalactic why they wonder,
Three Ones stole the game by surprise,
Glide round
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
track-outs
Got files backed up because I
Do not back down hit her with the dickety
Dickery flickety flickery cock
With the splickity splash and she'll pass out
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