Lyrics:
motherfucker this year, with some shit
That you didn't need to uphold a part in
Push it out, and it goes
Around the globe
And everybody knows now
This is how we
will all be gathered up
A stark warning strike down the lanisters
The age of hellraiser everybody gets a needle head
Mark of the beast the chips growing
out
And my hands on the wheel so tight, got a callus
Get so fabulous
With everybody here, only thing that matters
Now, Just picture me Hollywood living
Yo I gotta be home by eight thirty or my moms'll kill me
She spasses out when I'm late, plus she says that I'm too young to date
So overprotective,
They talk behind your back when they lookin' at your rear
I made the right choices
Just look at my career
This don't happen by magic trick
Def Poetry Jam
pie" just ain't attainable
So, how can I sustain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now come on, who gives
I woke up got my lazy ass out of bed
I watered all the rocks growing in my head
I had a thought and fell asleep on you
There I was somewhere
done fucked everybody (fucked everybody)
I'm with Slatt Gotti, they like, then we bought it (I'm with Slatt Gotti)
My youngin' pull up and he takin'
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
boys her type, yeah, she love this (damn)
Talk shit, swallow spit, she grab the dick, then do a magic trick (woo)
Everybody and they daddy want
everybody should throw out his part
of hitler out of his soul, then?
John: yes, yes, we all have it in us.
In a way, we're saying we want peace and we're
Everybody in the club in the heat
Pussy get to poppin' when we holdin' the beat
Bitches throwin' up, they posin' hands
Ass keep poppin' out these
everybody wanna say wassup
Flying by them with my middle fingers up
Plot on my demise man you got me so fucked up
Thought I told you my magic was never giving
I keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist
E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc
So, take your ass home, good night,
All that's left to do is enjoy the ride?
Did you ever try imagining another place
On another identical world
Out in another space
At first it all
and look out the window
Smoking loud im off that indo
Everybody playimg games it bingo
Cold hearted a nigga must be sub zero
Big dreams homie we gone make it
they’re going to need to launch a nuke never ending horror he brings looking like a gigantic demon with wings an everybody will soon be wiped out by
Do you believe in fairy tales?
I don't know
But I do believe in Christmas
Walking through a winter dreamland
Sleighbells ringing and my friends by
back to school
I'm just trying to live while making a living
Gone let them talk it'll all work out
Why everybody here all up in my business
Treat it
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
like a kite and my ice be like a blizzard
4 by my side, gotta go now doin' magic like a wizard
Bitch I be cashin' it, bitch I be rappin' it, Ima be
At your jokes
Hey there stranger
Heard you're going by magic man
You fade from sight
Like a ghost
You slow down time
Down to down town every time
I'd give
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