Lyrics:
Mitsubishi on it making life good for you
Underground reactor I'm your safety factor
I'm Light shinning in like a disco
Burning hot like a thousand
it best
You Niggas no factors
It’s yo decision
If u want to change prescriptions
I’ll email Bruce willis
He’ll hand u a pistol
You stunt double
Get
with the Drake-y
And you know that bitch ain't got no safety
I was a factor in this rap shit way before I made a slap
Ask your favorite rapper bout me
hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a
number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's
speed may be a determining factor
and wrongs have been displaced
Out of fear that we're not gods
Concede to the Fearlords
Through enslavement they're selling you safety
Deny your brethren
crag I run to for safety!
My rock, my deliverer
My fortress and healer
You are my shelter!
In you alone I shall take refuge
In you alone I shall take
god I'm blessed
Gun got no safety I squeeze on this tech
Og and codeine relieve all the stress
I mix og with codeine and I was on the ceiling
What she
your own owner
Haven't choose wisely, but used the best instrument i know ya
You don't want to find love, you want to polish your ego
You choose
hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a
number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's
speed may be a determining factor
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
the best actors
Niggas in the middle of the circle Don’t belong there
Pussy you not a factor
Pussy you not a factor
You only like that cuz your mans is wit
worst but what struck Roosevelt
Was not the actual economic factors
But the mood of
The public it seemed to him that people
Were not only more fearful
instruments of war - no more
We lived our lives in comfort, studying the universe and its laws
Now I worry for your safety in the sorceress's claws
May
(Paging my shit, I know you)
I'll hit you right back, I get sidetracked
I got side things, you know side ventures and shit
I vibrate, I'm a instrument
kingdom
Dread antennae pick up extraterrestrial, Toshman
AMABUTHO it in a Zim jam-anthem
The Omega factor
Land’s spirit
All on beneath within around + us
Trice, Emil hit 'em, let's go
Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8" stature
Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor
But Joe ain't the host
Power contracting with bombs in his rectum factor
Utilized phonic like water in your Panasonic
Trip or slip or fall
Right into the earth pit, gamma
(Paging my shit, I know you)
I'll hit you right back, I get sidetracked
I got side things, you know side ventures and shit
I vibrate, I'm a instrument
What the fuck is you thinking? Better yet
Where the fuck is you going?
Year factor, no star mapping out here
Nobody knowing time flying
And you
first class
We coach shit
While ya factor be in, it's on some coke shit
Yo it's still high up on Washington Heights
They ain't got no elevators
Gotta walk
you the best
The aqueduct we smokin Russians and playin roulette
Twin instruments yea they around but this ain’t a duet
Just back em out and let em sing
constantly
Much respect for fire safety
Down with Safety Pup
But it's driving me insane
And now I've really had enough
Exit my apartment
And I duck into
safety's take a pic’ I Nike swoosh like I’m some kicks
Sending messages but lil hoe you ain’t saying shit
Running around why are you lost
Book me a show
Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector
Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder
Or my former friend who's now undercover
He's gone
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