Lyrics:
in to bad breaks
Stand up, stand up and respond
Out to the future and beyond
She tied me up left me in knots
We have words but not for stop
I
words, for what’s coming for all of us
Marvelous faith for the savior Charles
The father who carried us all in his arms
Subordinates do all the work I
trust, man? (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
Subordinate terror, kicking off an era
Cold delivering pain
My '98 was 87' on a record, yo,
trust, man? (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
Subordinate terror, kicking off an era
Cold delivering pain
My '98 was 87' on a record, yo,
fell off? Don't diss me
Just use some innovation and close your eyes
And visualize us on the Enterprise
And set all coordinates on the subordinate
M.O.B all my talent got me bullish
They thinking they the plug
Till I come around and pull it
[HOOK]
No fucks to give that's the word that's the word
The word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter
Gave himself a pink slip, dude couldn't handle
Scared to get his hands dirty (peace)
Tony Randall, these
they be gassin thats a distraction
I get it all when I walk in the store
Words aint actions
They dont got passion
I never trust what they tellin me no
Im
bomber, track charmer
Sack burner, distract verters
If it ain't that urgent
Nerve prints, words sentinal, invisible
Infa-del, in a cell I hella clever
undermined by my own subjects
You live under me a product of allegiance
Subordinate objects
Don't think don't breathe just
Distract yourself and hear the words
and prejudicial idolatry
Words of malice scald the culture while raping society
Spoken tales defile all purity
History enshrines the absurd
Forced
listen to words and get easily misdirected
Your incestuous scene is simply incessant
The scene that celebrates itself, look at you kissing yourself, well
away
But heed my words kid and you'll go far, one of these days you'll hit the stars
Forget your mother's words, forget what she said, there's no need
the point of it, not right for subordinates
I don't wanna feel anymore
Drink away the pain, oxy in my veins losing myself in all the rage
Some days I just
What on Earth went wrong
God, our king, newly appointed
Stands on three legs with his subordinates
For generals who need new coordinates
stay
And if they don't comply there's always domestic violence
To keep women subordinate, scared and silent
Making everything the way that god would want
[Verse 2]
I’m a mouthy fuckin’ bitch who could give zero shits,
About your bank account or your tiny dick,
I will drive you krazy I’m not a subordinate,
I
Aye, okay
Back in the coldest of flows
I hop on a beat then I promise that I'm goin' gold
I know my time on the way and that's word to Jay
I promise
stay
And if they don't comply
There's always domestic violence
To keep women subordinate, scared and silent
Making everything the way that god would want
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
Look around ain't nobody made it big
Words in my head as I think of my fucken dreams
'Em homies too relaxed in internal sleep
Parties and alcohol
just the culprit of bullshit
I’ll never be made subordinate, that’s why I never made no plans to get into corporate, I’m making more than this
I floor
Why does no one stick to their word anymore
Messages conflict like they're at war
Say they're critical to the rap scene
Sounds like a miracle coming
more subordinate cash flow
Heavy bars in my opening statements
I guess it's just a quick glimpse into my greatness
This is real love, how can I fake
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