Lyrics:
apologies
The family is requesting peace and prayers in these times
As we say goodbye to our very own
Goodbye
And now, the talking monkey
Just a quick
I buy a gun
Born and raised to be a competitor
Trying to be front page without paying the editor
Past minimum wage but I owe these creditors
Time my
done quick
Even if you left in intensive care
I'll have the plug pulled before your crew gets there
I'm the one you hate to see your worst nightmare
All Of My Regulars Hit Up My Cellular
New N**** Askin For S*** On My Messenger
Talkin To Careless I Need Me A Editor
S*** Be Too Real But It Sound
the editor's door
Where the facts wind up on a cutting room floor
Just in, bulletin, news at six
Get it on that little screen, get it on quick
Danger vision
world kills softly, whole world runs savagely
Reading into prior things, program TV screens
Quick scam and drag queens, real likely to blast fiends
Think
world kills softly, whole world runs savagely
Reading into prior things, program TV screens
Quick scam and drag queens, real likely to blast fiends
Think
where we stand by popular demand
Let's have a hand for the 4 man band
Other MC's in the dust trailin
We got quick on the horns just wailin around
So if
be sittin' down with your legs crossed like a bitch
I be the foul mouth quick to toast y'all, so-called
Niggas who like to boast we let your bodies
quick, that boy know he the shit
That boy singin' on every song when he know he can spit
That boy manifested it, that boy knew it was written
That boy
dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quick atheletic
Remove all MC's who disapprove
That my
With well refined rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator
Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear
been scored (that's right)
I'm a MC (MC), not a fake cat
Yo, I'm quick with the mental nice wit rap
Yo, it's a gift, yeah when I spit (when I spit)
Yo
nigga
Back with the second verse
And everyone that done left me hurt, I cut em off like a editor
Talking bout I said it first, or all mistakes that I
be with editors
Say y'all don't want beef, I be with predators I'm quick to leave, I'm not stressin' her
He buy the most, I give em' extra Ain't
speed the paste
Got to put on for my zbs
Different I came from out of space
That ar get the flipping shit
You flip the switch get handle quick
Come
scatter data that'll catapault a metaphor
The epitcle epilogue editor
Trendsetter, letters are formin together
in the jaw side of my mouth, I'm alphabetic
the
The editor (and I) ? eliminate my competitor
Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator
So in my head I'm on back tracking niggaz
Subtracting niggaz ? I'm
the pressure on you
Put the extra effort on you
Write a motha fuckin letter to you and your editors too, threatin you
Detective check your mail and your
every semester
I make music that's secular
Ask any magazine editor
I be doing this ting like nobody does it
Them boy there don't exist on the register
I
the editors end
She likes to hear the story just as it is
When I heard from you we picked up quick then fell out slow
Backyard on Cannon talking love
space
Take ten paces off the edge of a cliff
And take note of nobility, no bull shit
That's on Osiris, I don't pull quick
Baby, I like it raw - uh - my
I'm, making them walk on the plank
If they mess with the kid, then I hope they can float, yeah
Ay lil bitch I'm the senator
Man, I'm the maker and editor
On the air, im host you're the listeners
So listen up close on the Monitors
You is a prey im the predators
Controlling the line like editor
Rolling
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