Lyrics:
Left standing on the planet
Strike like a meteor do
Remedial damage dammit cats can't stand it
Get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical new york
shit you niggas on
Ludicrous li'l bitch be gone
I ain't amused by your songs
I close my eyes, my soul is feeble
Look inside you hold the key
Fuck
your mother's ass to be retired,
By smacking her upside the face,
Motherfucker call me hardwired,
Nuts, ballistic,
I don't give a shit tho,
Just don't
your mother's ass to be retired,
By smacking her upside the face,
Motherfucker call me hardwired,
Nuts, ballistic,
I don't give a shit tho,
Just don't
It puts what you did wrong in the distance by foggin your senses
I harbor resentment for bandwagons, and tailgaters
Braggart cats who ain't graduate
from having lives to having life
And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite
Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens
that smirk, your foe
I'm sorry everyone
Fight and die with me
Cat burglar fought for so long all by herself
All she has to do is ask for help
One like
to your mother's mother's grandmother
You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight
Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
to the sound properly laid and mixed down
By no other than my brother, although from different mother
J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover
The sound
at 38th, but you were at your mothers place?
Your mother lives on Broadway. I followed you all day.
I called but you ignored it when you kissed him in
first back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin' (what?)
Leavin' all of you cats shittin' kittens
I gotta
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
a manual
Running out of words, this ain't a chapter, it's a verse
I'll be free by your side until they trap me in a hearse
I owe you everything I earn,
don't trip
I dip but I ain't afraid of shit
Cats get it twisted cause' I
Don't call it goons
Like I can't have my cousin
See your mothers room
I ain't
And there’s way too much time to think.
Was it drugs or depression,
Or mother’s rejection
Or was it in your DNA?
Despite your deep kindness,
Behind your
asking for
I never let your small talk make me mad before
Cause after all when its said and done
Its as if these cats wish my only bread was crumbs
So
of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and fire
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's
of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's
na oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign has just been acclaimed by King James
Oh na na na oh na na oh na na na oh na na na
Your 5th reign
grab that
Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother
Yo check it out
(Bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, see'mon!)
Speak to your speaker,
boyhood
It’s become dead cat clear
I strap no gat to bring the sun back
Yet you never pet tarantula by blacklight
By a knife collection
Never took your
sit alone in the pen
What ever happened to your friends
You was a baller cat
In order words the love was all pretend
Even bitches came and went
Now
losing to you lames
On the real mother fuck that
If you talk'n shit you need to keep it in your nut sack
Angels by my side for my demons just to look
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