Lyrics:
the fuck out my space (yeah)
Replacement's on the way, please don't play
That pussy's feelin' like a great escape (oh-oh)
I need a new trick, old dogs
Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF
Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left
Hit the basement, go through the replacement door
Come up in
Twisting limbs until they break
Contortions wrenching pain
Joints are hyperextended
Opposite
Fibrous tendons snap
Bent
Backwards and broken
all about chu
I feel like a total loser
You buy me new things
But never the ring
What the fuck I mean to you
What am I supposed to do
You a mutha fuckin
all about chu
I feel like a total loser
You buy me new things
But never the ring
What the f*** I mean to you
What am I supposed to do
You a mutha *****
swellin's, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my clan's repeat felons
Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like
swellin's, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my clan's repeat felons
Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like
wakin' up
Instead of talkin' shit and try to hate on us
Just grab a joint and come bake with us
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit but
flamed rocks
Year after year up in the same spot
Total madness synergy in city streets
Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
Black
Give me a steel replacement for this beating heart
High tension cables so that I won't come apart
Alloy titanium for pieces of my spine
And all my
up kid, we flexin
This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you can't function
There's no to-tal or sum to this
does it on the dl
Peace to Pete Rock, and the mecca don cl
Heavy d’s on this track, lettin' you know there’s no replacement
Peace signin' off, check
We smokin' out on the shores in Jamaica
Versace robe, Balenciaga windbreaker
Come to weed, I own acres
You niggas fallin' off, need replacements
We
said she's tired of fuckin' with lames
They all in her face, champagne by the case
I'ma roll you a joint, make sure that you taste it, I'll make you
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt
Check the total amount of MCs inflicted
With torture, from moving with work
be abrasive, joints I be lacin
Sacrificin mics - ignite the celebration
Its just amazing, poetically we blazing
Xen & otep, a volatile
me?"
Am I the target, for destruction?
What about the system, and total corruption?
I can't work at no fast-food joint
I got some talent, so don't
replacement's happening, that's when I knew to just bounce back to my body, shifting
I know jealousy can't describe all your feelings
A total lack of color
When I
I guess I'll cut straight to the point
It's hard to believe you ever really loved me
So keep your lies and pass the joint
If I raise my voice it
A replacement of the universe
Was necessary at that point
Bored of their stagnation
They decided just to roll a joint
And start rebuilding
Cuz the damage done was
class, all stretch out
Or, S-Class all sexed out
Got the cash, let's be out
Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out
Most niggas can't handle me
So I
only do joints wit the best out
Most niggas can't handle me
So I strictly fuck wit family
Sports to death, ask Jigga
Don't I only deal wit a high
wakin' up
Instead of talkin' s*** and try to hate on us
Just grab a joint and come bake with us
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' s*** but
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