Search results for 'Automatic Image Calibration'

always stereotype our image (Automatic)
Everyday to me is 4-20 (Automatic)
If you call me talkin bout money 
You know i'm wit it (Automatic)
Money machine

I'm staring at you through the static, image
Imma piece through all the fire
And the matted bridges imma teach you like i
Treat you automatic bitches

Automatic situations take you to the edge of your insanity
Misinterpret what you hear and turn it into conversation over tea

Mistake the Knowledge Tree for

Angels go your way
Seven golden
Vials seven
Last plagues
Immortal calibration
Fallen fallen babylon
She made the nations all
Drink wine
Of the wrath
Of her

Angels go your way
Seven golden
Vials seven
Last plagues
Immortal calibration
Fallen fallen babylon
She made the nations all
Drink wine
Of the wrath
Of her

product criticisms and disin's 
You get a lot of that's a count of catty
Wompus calibrations couldn't stop us 
Where you wanna awith the hatred I go
Beyond

is clearer 
Contend with images, fashioned from hate and ignorance
Meant to imprison in a state that negates your brilliance
They bruising your pride

placement
Lost and it feel great
Lost and I'm used to it
Off on a tangent
Still got truth to it
Sun sink and I'm sick to my stomach
Confronted by a image in

you see, from head to toe you're a home run.
Because when it is all said and done, never forget you were made in the image of the Son.
You are

silly rabbit.., my auto-matic..., will let you have it.., bad guys beware.., if you doing wrong.., i am da law..., Black leather jack.. im causing

einmal ein Stoppschild
Dawgie, ich bin der Dude, der am Block chillt (Rap)
Fully automatic, yeah, yeah, pistol packin' (yeah, yeah)
Never lackin', yeah,

Bitch we ain’t chatting show me what the business is
Internet capping no he ain’t wit the shits
Nigga talk static know we gone give him automatics

I got 6 stars
Running from the scene like Niko Bellic
Automatic on my waist I'm starting something hella tragic
Steady trapping I gotta cook this

a trap 
Following the dollar with a model on their lap 
Swallowing a bottle full of jack
Onomatopoeia boom bap 
Spitting fully automatic hollows on track

I just left this petty bitch, she was crying for a Patek
Jump off the porch, in a Porsche, straight from the attic
The coupe automatic, Big Glock he

Outside

Travis Scott

Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight

2016

All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah automatic
Yeah always got it on me

savage...
Girl, I'm sippin' on the Hennessey
You always comin' then you leave, low-key
Givin' it to me, like it's automatic
But, I gotta drop you like (like

Tha Truth back, lets get to bidness
It's something unfamiliar
Call it a foreign image
Paint heavily leaking
I guess it wasn't finished
Riding with

Smooth
Smooth
Beyond the
Beyond the
Automatic, systematic
Automatic
Complex
Just ease it in

The feeling's right
The music's tight
Departing out

than governance
Push to always move forward even if it's just an inch
Go crazy when it comes to curating self-image 
So I'm stomping on these grounds

you might not ever understand it, nah
But I'm be the man, and I put that on God
On God
On God
On God
I swear that you 'gon think it's automatic
How it

efficient
Automatic like curry free throw percentage
She said that I'm good for her image
Of course I am she could tell a nigga been winning
I was built

been With it
I could give a fuck about my image
Stay on top of shit won’t catch me slipping
The air is salty like I’m out in mystic
Tend to Trick em
Like

Shoot em' in the face with loaded words, I wanna go to sleep
Countless images of bitches and riches is all I see
Leave the house in a body bag every