Lyrics:
Bring you down
Hey
Don't let the atmosphere
Bring you down
I wrote his death line by line
I know their blueprints were mine
The gun may be hers
But I drew
that
The fakes wouldn't last
You were jockin' that bullshit
Now you look like an ass
Get gassed in a garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing
Into
to the Mamba
Might dunk on a motherfucker's
Head in your honor (Uh)
Scout's honor (Uh)
Make the whole park hoot and holla, uh
"Splash", a new fragrance by
Your rebuttal a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
'Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that
to the street encyclopedia
Keep your eyes on greedy niggas gettin' greedier
Keep your eyes on meaty asses gettin' meatier
Worldwide publication bring
In the matters of
This
Algorithmic wind
That brings us
Pirates in
Prisoners
As we are U and AI
Of this Escher
Tiling
Oh goddess brings thunder
And artist plays chords
The harpies and beggars play on
In violence and heartbreak
The gold king is born
But their sun is
shoes
Street livin', ain't no joke
It's a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke 'cause the streets are broke
And now they wanna take away our
loco
Blame me
Crazy but not senseless
Like Monkey D Luffy maybe
The pirate king
The seven seas obey me
I'm 'bout to be the biggest bounty
By the time
baby
drinking moonshine in the sky
Bring me moonshine, baby
I’m thirsty as a fish
I’m the Moonshiner, baby
I’ll concede your loving wish
Don’t know if
By streams that never find the sea
the road goes ever on and on
We flooded it
We’re never going home
The wind recites all your fears,
surrounding
cars
Crazed by fate with fine cracks in the glaze
Piercing the cracks in my façade
Vice versa through vice than virtue
Your glances in dances bubbles in
nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga
Now how you gon' act wit my nigga?
Just remember there's a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through
got you cryin' to your mama
Sayin' "I can't believe it"
I've seen your type, bring a knife into a gun fight
Caught up in the law right
I think I'm
creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore
I wish you blew the gun, gun, gun
The coward that you are, are, are
I put it in your hand, hand, hand
But you kept looking down
And sitting still is
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
bring your all and get these ones niggas
Never rat, never fold, niggas approach you bust your gun nigga
I know I bring you pain same time bring you
Work
guts spilling out go squirt
Squirt
In the hovercraft no skirt
Vroom
Eli by my side new girl
Engaging Hyper Drive
Cured dementia with lobotomization
motherfuckas out there go for bad
That shit played out my brother
I ride by and gun done motherfuckers
Whether friend or foe bro
Steppin' on my toes, your
-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
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