Lyrics:
RATTPACK
So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease
Got it capeesh? This is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record
wanted black, E was on the two-tone
Stupid boomin system with the hand-free phone
The dream gets better and I would like to go on
But I was brought back
system and the path train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water main
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
Beneath the screeching
system and the path train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water main
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
Beneath the screeching
me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Girl tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
If you sellin' all the records and
You fuckin'
the bedrock of the mystery
beneath the sewage systems and the path train
beneath the cobblestones and the water main
beneath the traffic of friendships
This illusion got me feeling dissolution
The solution to the issue, wish you well
Wishing that I'll never drop back into hell
Track record I-R-L
Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)
Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
Whoever put your record
already ho'd
Say it with your chest like
These diamonds on my tongue
Name on my headphones, label tatted on my arm
Air traffic control say "Ludacris is
too hard at anything
Promise I do believe in you
Heaven's just the things we love to do
Is heaven just a traffic jam
Outdated signal system since 1923
causing, Cancers, To ale
And ecosystems, To fail
Drugs, Lead addictive, Trail
Genocides, And sex traffic, At will
Caste systems, Biasedly fulfilled
Unjust,
causing, Cancers, To ale
And ecosystems, To fail
Drugs, Lead addictive, Trail
Genocides, And sex traffic, At will
Caste systems, Biasedly fulfilled
Unjust,
though?
Smoking on the pack, I be flying to the astrals
Toking on the gas, that's the fire, the Tabasco
I know you got my back bro, move tactical like
Nae's baby
Big Mike's daughter
I be making sure my chakra
And my aura is in order so color me bad
Shell toes winter white
Dipping through traffic in
on my arm
(oh)
Air traffic control say, "Ludacris is insane"
That niggas daughter's birthday's the tail
Number on his plane (tell 'em, real talk)
Fuck
50-50 Mill twin
Lew Hawk
Chamillionaire,
Paul wall the color changin click,
Paid in full records, check ya sound scans we the water boys
the jewel nothing personal
Lets try to keep the uzi's vertical
It aint no reason this should get to getting surgical
I'm tactical, I see shit and I let it go
the hood having kids
Wanna be just like you here I stand as a
Witness, trying saying, claiming
Selling a victim
Get just spit 'cause it's a sick ass system
I'm on a spaceship with tribe records
Navigating through the vibe sectors
Dmt see the world in five seconds
High pressure wit
Rhyme measures
and turn the lights off
Who ever put your record out must have needed write offs
Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?
Slug, you can find me in
Jetson
Battlestar Galactica, who rollin' with you?
I'm way up, twisting like the solar system, so official
Air traffics, notified
Blow the whistle, old
on their britches
That be feeling like them cops with
The badge is against them
Fresh out, released, go back in the system
When they get out the police go
of the content black pen Dee You Pee Are E with the accent Do Pray, Do Pray I grind like Reggae / Records who say the art went breathless / Check it I breathe Life
anataka mi nipigane na riong'o
System ina force njaa
Iliforce jam, ndio nikachukua Psalms
Traffic cop hakumind though
Hii record mtaichezea kwa vinyl
Kuna
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