Lyrics:
In a room full of pro's, me I am a pro
Consistently winning every year in a row
Then I pull up like a boss, I'm a boss of course
If you keep your
I feel like a vet uhh, like vick on the jets uhh
Like fuck a patek, I just want my respect uhh
We rising through echelons
I knew to put less in
A higher level of echelon
Is only achieved
Through a mastery of form
And in the art of war
Against ego
There are those that fall in line
And on their
get
Found in a row
Come to your town, fuck ya fee hoe
Knock 'em down in a row
Sniffin' cocaine off the table and
The line in a row
One hundred thousand
of irascible tempest by terror
It forms a vision/it forms a vision/it forms a vision in me
Ride through the mist of misery
Row through the silent abode
on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas
on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys on
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
Stretchin'
We got Benny From The Back Row
Benny From The Back
We got Benny From The Back Row
And he's coming to attack
We got Benny From The Back Row
Benny From
It's time to relax
Sit back now and let your world
Go around
Round
Round
Round
Row
Row
Row
Row
Row your boat
Gently down the
Stream
Stream
Stream
Stream
boredom seething
In a row of mausoleums, we are dead yet breathing
Presents from the top, gifts of lies and deceit
In a row of mausoleums force fed fear
many forms of corn
On the cob or in a can
I eat corn I am a man
I close my eyes and I see corn
Rows and rows and rows of corn
I open them and I see you
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys down
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
I hit ball off tee, one in chamber, you could say I'm hole in one
Courtside straight but sky box better upper echelon or some
So much money my
of your favorite blunt
We gon face it after we matrix
Linear algebra
Upper echelon cuz my rows is running out of ones
If we don't equal out
We gon always be
The perception, how I'm watchin' horror movies every week
Can't repel what's in my head, I jot in thought and form and speech
Some say it's poetry, some say it's
Open the door, there you're standing in a row
Dancing in a twisted blue form of light, turning over
Making a sound, then your braiding it around
tails of my dreams
White blossom falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me
Ten bottles standing in a row military style
With hats
of a gun
Row house row house pass through
Let the city rise up to fill the screen
Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off
The guitar guy
fresh they called the Just Dons
Upped my rank that's upper echelon
Cause this the type of shit that I be loving that I'm doing
Call that shit a dream man
Everything moves in a circle
It's just one big paradiddle
I am not this human form, so
Stretch me out right down the middle
Zeni moves in different times
Like
I want sum mo'
I want sum mo'
I want sum mo
Sum mo'
Sum mo' (Mo')
Just like the pizza man I'm getting dough
Shoot like a pro I hit three in a row
I
You have thousands of eyes, and yet you have no eyes
You have thousands of forms, and yet you don't even have one
Eyes on me, why these lies on me
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys on
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
Stretchin'
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