Lyrics:
Music is so addictive
The notes, flow all in my system
She's like the moon... she's so restricted
But in my mind, she's all encrypted
She's all
but we live this
Get you rolled up if you diss this
Got a thousand problems can't fix this
So a thousand dollars just a quick fix
Got precision with my
Walk under the light ceiling of the sky
Mister IMF won't see
Hundred thousand children
Beggin'in the street
And this yeah wicked system
Is getting
a good feeling
Hey over there, are you lookin' my way
Electrified like a shock to the system
You walk right through my DNA
If you could just walk for
our seams
Stretching out our resources, to the edge of cognizance
Welcome to Crook High, where nobody is saved!
Crook education, a system in decay,
pathways will collide
Embedded rules flood the system
Waiting for my turn of control to be lifted
Anomaly detected
(The ones who replace)
Unapologetic
the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard
Another victory
I slay rappers with precision
I got vision like Anakin
You panicking' I'm
Don’t ask me how do it babe I guess it’s in my genes
All this ‘’clairin’’ in my system Peach Ciroc got me lean
I ain’t talking bout no verse when I say I
bloodstream TNT on my mind bitch fuck it
We gon blow the whole thing up this year
Smoke in the air lit dutch I'm gaming
System control handheld Nintendo
Sit
isn't (hey)
Make a wise decision, bitches tricking with precision (ugh)
Without you in my system, then my engine not sufficient, I'm fucked (damn)
You
and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes
It's goodbye to all my friends
It's time to leave again
Here's to all
very soul on fire.
But loves little flame is out of control
About three feet high from behind
Ever since we've been married well, I've come
deadly force, no time for shedding tears.
I choose my weapon, precision in my aim,
One tap headshots, leaving enemies in shame,
Bursting through the map,
listen
Blow trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) yes, we did
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with ribbons
(Leave
than high
Beyond the universe
I see Sapphire skies
And I know what you’re worth
You should feel like a victim
Under my spell
I’m all up in your system
listen
Blow trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) yes, we did
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with ribbons
(Leave
the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom
Like a preemie out the womb
My partner yellin', "Too soon, don't do it
Sure sure rebels a system never done
Lived out of the action on the 27th floor
And when they think world
Don't you know it smell now
African
just for extra vision
When you out here on a mission do it with precision
I can never let them catch me slipping
You can never catch me slipping
No no no
Time fly but eternity remain
Don't make them system drive you insane
Time fly but eternity remain
Don't make them system drive you insane
Time fly
To every stitch
Try to fit inside the glove
I scramble eggs
For little legs
The day's off in a rush
It's 9 am
We must clock in
The system waits for
In the ride with Zino on business
He said Jacks dont go back to prison
Theres a high deman in the street for the real
And your the one that was missing
to the fossil,
Turn into conventional man, yeah!
(Conventional man, yeah!)
(Conventional man, yeah!)
(Conventional man, yeah!)
Persistence of the system
To every stitch
Try to fit inside the glove
I scramble eggs
For little legs
The day's off in a rush
It's 9 am
We must clock in
The system waits for
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