Lyrics:
a pace in this race
Let me embrace the state the I'm the only unique Ace in 1st place
Come on bring on the hate
I'll still be saying I'm the great
and a couple of charms.
Now family and old friends wanna be involved.
Some n**** tryn' marry mom he like my songs.
I find it odd sometimes wanna f***ing shoot
every thing
You posed to heal me girl instead you brought me major pain
We had conversations talked to you bout' wedding rings
Its f***ing up my brain
Im
the west-bank niggas dance like some f***ing strippers
Raised by the bloods and the crips look at the mixer
Look a shooting star but I am no wisher
This is MF DOOM here to warn you warriors of impending doom
Scott Travis Fitzgerald the F-ing highest in the room
Hired assassins was required for my
as another state of sinning?
We give in, we give out
We living in an infinite paradox
Where you get stuffed in a box
Since the year of the f***ing
lor, don't ever bring a candle in
Bars dey dismantle beats, lost my sole to these f**ing streets
The king is on the cypher, just know it's your nemesis
matter how you do it
because I'm a f***ing killer
the most hated in the game
always humble I'm the same
share this but I'll share it witch'all
Check this out
I slid up in a party where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping f***ing with this hood
underpaid and
Alok' angena nex, wayelok' ebaphakela
Yes, he always fed them
Snakes in the grass, snakes really bite
I guess they always hated
You wanna be
reverence
Coming from a place of love as its reference
Originating in f***ing space that will never end
Forever and always
That's the answer
That's what we
recall, your hand in my hand
And all I want
Is so f-ing far away
That I'd be ok through the night
You'll open your eyes, and say this is right
It's too
t got no time for no F ing Fugazis
I' m all about the real men and real ladies
- Just then I see sum youths tryna rhyme
Looking at my watch ya I got sum
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing fadeaway
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
and you like blue)
They're the same thing
But they fight in every state
Except Connecticut
But that's like the fucking whitest place
I never saw why
know I'm lock3d in
And I'm sending packs to 50 states they know that I'm that man
I got money coming many ways I got many plans
If you want it you can
every door has always been open
You've no idea how it feels to be broken
From birth - but you won't turn the key
To let us exist in society
As an almost
-in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face
Some of the crowd finishes Arsonal's slogan
While other fans boo loudly
and finessin on my mind
Niggas coming reckless on my line
Long ago they hated on my vibe
Baby you not welcome on my side
NIggas in they feelings what it do
I got
the gang you should of known better
Boy dont come around
Brand new Russian AK this bih band from the states
150 Rounds
Im walking on shells in my rick owens
peace to Reek, I
Ain't forgot about you, baby
They tryna slam my hand like
I forgot when niggas hated
I showed up to LA
But I just started in the latest
Black folks been sufferin' in the United States
These United Snakes got us in divided States
Shell-shocked, Hell's got to be here on Earth
In
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
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