Lyrics:
Shawty has an ass like a fruit loop
Like Fruit loop
In a gulag room
Ripping overlappin your fruit loop
Your fruit loop
Where da booty call
Baby
of what you ain't
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got evidence
worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master
worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master
out this December 7th. Sorry for the delay, but it's business never personal. New people, new money, I had to get that check. So wit that being said,
takes away
The life that he gave away
He was a secret master
No longer shall he live with laughter
Locked away
Where I pray
Don’t delay
Take my breath
of kitchens
My plights convictions
Its ironic I still push weight to fight addictions
I'm just finding my way
Wit no time to delay
Four K or AKs could put your
Damn, I feel like Marshall Mathers, master of the verbal daggers
Sorry I'm an introvert, in reverse cuz I'm
Dissing off the top in fact call this
shrooms
I got locked up I was in the comb
I had to bust a move make a move
My head was spinning it was a loop
She love the way that I sing
She want them
had him jammed in the loop,
He didn't snitch so I had to come through
Donnie boy got them passed through the roof (got'em)
Shot up to Scotty got locked
Forever unable to reach the ethereal plane
This has all been planned by a master design
To corrupt and destroy the human mind
To keep you locked in their
art form been
Amazing since young
So much talent
Continuous inspiration
From them
Lyrical masters from
Lauryn hill to rakim
Krs one got
A bronx pen
I'm
rhymes are so basic, delay it
It's trash, so wasted, it ain't nothing related
Boy you ain't got enough wordplays and metaphors
Your songs need a redo,
Todo tiene su version it can't fail
In Hebrew know the meaning of el
Anu enk Anunnaki sumerianos
Kneel to your masters
Todos los errores fueron echos
on period
Watching my moves got you delirious
I’ve been on delay, but it pays, hit play, ayy
Break the loop, breaking news, front page, ayy
Double-Y C, I put
Call my Sosa Wonder I'm gettin' money and I ain't gotta see
Still locked out, I ain't gotta leave
Bitch came gave me top now she gotta leave
My gun got
I’m speaking the truth I’m sum like your pastor
I own your masters
Your life a book and it seem like you stuck
On the same chapter
Niggas
to think
Fuck that
That's just whack
I'm off of that, but not that that
Or this, which is that (Whack)
Part of a tube, infinite loop
I need a pack and a tab
WEEP
'ERE I DELAY TILL THE SUNLIGHT'S GONE
MASTER THE PURPOSE FOR WHICH I'VE COME
TERRIBLE TASK THAT I NOW BEGIN
FASTENING ONTO MY WORK OF BUTCHERY
competition is lookin like plumbers
He speed like usain aye lil homie a runner
Aye what he is a
Aye i kno he not bout it that boy is a buster
He tryna delay tha
Eyes locked
Not in the screen
Of your phone
Contemplations
Of an image
Have hit the scrimmage
This gimmick
Is vintage
Watch my grimace
Cause I ain't
lacing the papers bitch
Pay for this, peppering your favourite one
Dub for the masters
Never trailing shit that led to one
She judging me like Mathers
Call
to leave you with a concusion
And have your whole crew commence to hushin'
Down with the Master race of emcees
Who terrorize, whoever flies up in the face
it's now or
Never, cuz victory is not for cowards who stoop and cower
I'm unbeatable, I'm feeling through the loop empowered
Fuck a producer, I'm brewing
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