Lyrics:
my whole underground career without recycling mine
And my past will never be the future not recycling time
I got patnas that'll go gorilla but not
house at night
Yeah Right
The fear that emerges
From the guilt
Of the crimes of the past
Present and future
Feeling like somebody
Wants to do something
abstract commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
'cause they don't want more
Yo Knock Knock
Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
abstract commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
'Cuz they don't want more
Yo knock, knock, who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
'cause they don't want more
Yo knock, knock, who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
Is it
deserve
Whichever, king, we obey and serve
We are the vehicles, we are the portals
We are the battleground, we are immortal
We are the vehicles, we are
abstract commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they lookin for
'Cause they don't want more
Yo Knock Knock
Who the fuck is bangin at my door?
abstract commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they lookin for
'Cause they don't want more
Yo Knock Knock
Who the fuck is bangin at my door?
abstract commercial or hardcore?
Better know who the fuck they lookin for
'Cause they don't want more
Yo Knock Knock
Who the fuck is bangin at my door?
to put gas in their vehicle
And though times hard and money short consumer goods are produced by poor people
When nuff of them are walkathon and have no
are endless rows
Of palms trees, adobe mansions
And scattered construction vehicles lining
The base of the
Santa Monica Mountains in the van, I
Sit
(holiday Season)
Hot dammit it's a miracle, please adjust the temperature
I switched up the interior in my European vehicle
Damn Gucci lyrical
Nah, I
Clear consciousness, meat vehicle: the receiver
Perception a filter, bitch, you got the fever
Ascend another, be better than geezers
As legit as it
or I might break it
I know God holding me down but I wouldn't mind your love
And my future me watching from above but I wouldn't mind your love
Cause
On tracks I run laps past the competition
On mission niggas bitchin' if you can't stand the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
I saw my future in Aruba, your
the switch
In the future wars
Future wars
They are already planning the future wars
In back rooms, the deals have been made
To buy the weapons with the taxes
I drive not on my own understanding getting
Getting gassed up for advancing
I deflate myself for expanding
Vehicles, we won, be we ride, full
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy,
to do is take my time
I'ma stand up for art express, do mic test rehearsals
Eight years of man livin', ain't no edits or commercials
Flick the God
to do is take my time
I'ma stand up for art express, do mic test rehearsals
Eight years of man livin', ain't no edits or commercials
Flick the God
You get on the commercial for the t.v. tube
Bob Barker asks you which vehicle you would choose
You want the Cadillac or BMW
And you say
sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out
sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out
Biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles
Driven by the ugliest
Most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers
And I can think about how our children’s
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