Lyrics:
you waiting for?
For all we know
Waiting is a shutting door
So move
Three cups of joe in a row
I was dying now I'm climbing up the walls
(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)
Fish scale rap, cooked cocaine quiche
Me and Marc rhyme over propane beats
Tryin' to walk two dogs with the same leash
We
will kill you they will dissect your anatomy in hell
Assault Battery, my batteries are recharged
I'll kill your whole fucking album, with three bars
are ready to act
Chorus: [samples of Busta Rhymes]
[Powafal Impak] 4x
Boom!! [the cannon]
(Repeat)
Verse 2: Buckshot
Some pack a mac, I choose
4 or 5- my time, I open up my eyes
One am where you are, the crowd?s still hypnotized-
By the sounds of dj?s playin? all our favorite grooves.
I?m
No more more King Burger
No more, "Excuse me, sir?"
Your girls are done upgraded
So some could say she made it
I was on that 9 to 5
And now I'm
used to talk
Anyplace that you're at or anywhere you are
If you need this it really ain't very far
You can't see it dwells all up in my heart
But you'll
How much more could you ask for?
It's been three years and some change and you're on your way.
But only assholes want to fall in love.
We spent
I met 'em when
I went away
Perfect things he'd always say
Made me feel like I was worthy
Told me on
The Day we meet
"No more longing for someone,
Ill
should get exes, not marriaged
You're on e, I'm Swift, while DJ's are Quik
To Rush my Def Jams like Alkaholiks
I can't call it, rappers get wrecked,
Would I worry if I wouldn't care at all
It is 3 AM here, waiting for your call
Yet another day has gone by
And I haven't heard from you
to believe it
Now I can't find no easy summer
That's why
These three months are gone
Wait by the door and no letter come
Today I walk in a dream
Through
come to you my
Pride aside
So we can make this right
Three times denied I've
Relied too long on visions
Capsules of elastic
Mental prisons
Relating
Yea, Embee, Promoe, Prime-time
Check it
Don't hate the media, become the media
They already know we are
So why not get louder and louder
my tongue so I can't tell
Put in your fingers and pull it all out
My teeth are torn by obsession
your contagious
With all your sickness
Frustrated in
team, it ain't sick
Brain we runnin' this
Empty three hundred clips
If you speak on the clique
Mayne, don't nobody really want it homie
You ain't seeing
Minaj by my sons (O oh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but
Heavenly sounds making their descent upon the ground
One by one we'll feel what forces made us real
It's a night for us to bring hearts to offer up and sing!
rather eat alone
Life is a buffet
And I’m going home
[Verse 2]
Could I put up a fight
If I was taken by surprise?
I’d rather have two hands on my ears
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