Lyrics:
Heaven tonight oh!
Sign on the dotted line oh!
They've got your Christ on copyright
To think you know who goes to Heaven
Is just one big
But if you say the word
I would always stay
And you, hold on to what you've got
Now Here in the heart of the city
That big machine keeps rolling
the niggas that you inspired by
Come see how Play Dirty livin', we the flyest guys
We got all the hoes in the building, it's a firefight
Fuck pressure from
hunting
Tracing every crumb and trail by the thumb and nail
Numerous jerks clandestine activity rather the solid gumbo works
(Respect due)
(To the old
I ever trusted
Through poverty, death, disease and sickness
You always somehow found a way to turn the situation optimistic
I was a big fat kid
a number between their eyes
Identity has been commanded
Subconscious has recorded
The orders from the big head
I'm now a part of this machine
Supervised
LOUD
DON’T LEAVE ME, SHE TEASED ME WHEN SHE GAVE ME HER WORD
DECEIVED ME, BELIEVE ME CAUSE WHEN I GOT HOME FROM WORK
(CHORUS 1)
SHE TOOK THE BIG SCREEN
machine
Sorry had to make scene
Shots in that n**** spleen
And my llama got a beam
Bullets big as llama beans
The feds here gotta leave the scene
AYE
Aye
back to sleep
There's a great big world out there
Of good and bad and everything in between
I've got my own small world in here
Of happy and sad
big singles and great features
To pass by all the doors and gatekeepers
Durban just took SA rap to the East Coast
I can't wait til it's back in the Cape
I ain't ever flex
Never gave a fuck if it came in fed-ex
Never give enough when it comes to my ex
Always got it tough like the hand on my neck uh
on the atlas
Like look at the clients
I got in my pocket I do this for profit
Speak for my people who ain't never had s**t
But hope and a dream
get right
Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin'-and-movin', tryin' to get my shit right
My family's been houndin' me, friends they done turned
Yes hello, I've got a big soul
I'm a can full of joy, too
Yes i'll see you later, i'll see you later
Yes hello, i've got a nice home
I've got
on Lake Avenue
It's a piece of cake if you know what to do
You've got to lose a few
'Til the stakes get high
When the odds are right you just blow by
Nigga's wuteva...it's only the real that they recognize by the real
And since you don't recognize you know the deal
How I feel? I don't know emotions get
machines.
Until once again your free,
You're free.
It's gone, it's gone
Repeat Chorus.
Questions in her head,
As the forties pass her by
[Intro]
"Ready...set...and begin"
Premo beats on the machine doggy, yeah
"Ready...set...and begin"
King side ta yu
[Verse 1: Craig G]
Ready, set,
They say get it in by all means
By all means we all fiends, pick your crutch
Living in this big world on small screens, sip your cup
And play your
communities decimated by turd immunities
Will spring up like fungi
From the moist and unholy relics
Like lowly psychedelics
For example
A single dyed pubic
These carbon copies?
BITCH PLEASE
Half of these rappers don't meet the critique
Bunch of industry plants getting plays by machines
So I account for
me out as you drive by
Like there was some big deal
Well, I know so much you'll never find
From there behind the wheel
I'm only walking
Through these
told what to do by a big machine that doesn't
give a shit about us human beings
And it needs the Middle Easy for its Armageddon feast
because it is
hear
Tell me I'm a lame
Just makes me wanna be the greatest that ever came
I don't need to rub 2 sticks together to show you all my flame
We got caveman
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