Lyrics:
race
I drop the casket like I'm Darby Allin
I'm not spitting heat
Bitch I'm puking ashes
I start the fires when I'm fucken rapping
With gasoline by
In the beginning
They said it was as big as a washing machine
With a big blue star on it. Lots of lines, lots of angles
In the beginning that machine
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin' up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin' by nine, never givin' up a dime if you was
this shit got too crazy on the way
Was on a year long tour and caught a baby on the way
When Im headed to the jugg I call my baby on the way
And tell her
blacker than lacquer
I call her a Fender (Uh)
Last Imma ask her how bad these bastards
Not lasting long shunned when I attack her
She sounds in tact with
day
Let me in immigration man
I won't toe your line today
I can't see it anyway
Here I am with my immigration form
It's big enough to keep me
and careerists to make famous as long as they got what it takes, meaning, ready to humiliate themselves in every thinkable way, in the new form of entertainment.
cave
Was The Dragon's lair
As they got to the opening
That's when they start noticing
That the entrance was blocked
By rocks, it was slightly odd
From
on my mightiest pedestal
You gettin fed
Let it roll
Roll it up again
Aroma to trust
Take a light
In my flight
On my line
Do it each n every time
By
forming a pact, me and Arsene when I'm pulling the mask, yeah
Don't call me a loner, up in my crib and I'm hanging with Mona
Thief, thief, thief, thief's
she wouldn't give it away
See
Honey was offended by the pick up line
Honey was offended by the pick up line
When Joe the superhoe said, "Baby
come in the form of a weapon
The best L to take is in the form of a lesson
When immaculate conception meets immaculate deception
It's not about
is evolving
When it comes, the apocalypse itself will be a part of the process
Of that leap of evolution
By the very definition of Apocalypse
Mankind
you take the whole of time represented by one year
But only in the first few moments of the 1st of January
It's a long way to go
And no, we're not
Sirens pierce the fallen ones in the gunpowder-covered dawn
Fate was written by the Titans long before their false cause
An ignored life with
The world'll form around you like some type of mold
It's all facts, no hype is sold.
Where you tryna be when your ass is old
I'm tryna be by the beach with a fat
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really
Lived a short haired butcher's boy
By the way of Ostergrad it comes in
Sentences poolararrowic Airport her father
Was in a long story cut short in
where the music never slows.
Sleeping in class, an art form, mastered with textbook disguise,
Professor's stare pierces the shield, but dreams win
body marble, sculpted by Donatello
You better bulk up, your body Jell-O
I'm shaped like a clip-art cloud
And when I lift, I growl and bellow
You're
form to visit your mind
Hope your demeanor don't sway
When they call you immigrant swine
Bidding your time wounds heal the lesson is tough
You meet a guy
it so hard that I'm playing it on the Ipod
To display when I have in mind
Watching Tropic Thunder on the flat screen laughing at those funny lines
Man
famous but I do perform
When I be alone I'm in my truest form
Yeah I know a girl who blast my music out her college dorm
(A nigga hyped!)
When I pursued
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
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