Lyrics:
Welcome to the Painted World, there's no turning back
Equip a long weapon, that will help to keep you on track
Avoid getting poisoned, and try to keep your
I'm ready to takeoff
Nigga talk tuff then we blowing his face off (Bow bow)
All this cake got us having a bake off
I stay in the field like I play in
Borderline insane
Off track hydroplane
When the bomb drops what and what nots will remain
Life's a game with warheads in your pocket
And when the countdown
and then pop off again
Oh no
Its another track
By the man without a plan they say his names max
Its maximus, get it right you prick
Its not hard, hardly
off with a beat that's commending
Then I build it to a climax with a nail biting ending
Side I be the nigga that get off up in ya
With flows blacker
And as he bounced the last track
He forgot to leave the autotune on
Woo scary
Come on grandpa that's a lame story
Yeah
Do you have anything that's
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
love in the hood
It's a trap
They give us what we need to take ourselves off the map
See, it's a trap, no wonder niggas in the trap
We got 99 problems,
turn to tragic bore
Receipts and life insurance all very well, but don't fully cover hate
So you can't return this idiot when he's past his sell-by
don't Penn & Tell, you just elementary
By design, I'm hired like mercenary
To put the pen to pad so very wary
Stylin' on 'em like it's ordinary (huh)
don't Penn & Tell, you just elementary
By design, I'm hired like mercenary (bitch)
To put the pen to pad so very wary (bitch)
Stylin' on 'em like it's
rhyme
I think, the track is very complicated
I don't know any place that will accept the track like this
We can't deal with that stuff, it's too tight
meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile
some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
So now
brain
Blown to smithereens, starved, & ravaged by disease
Decapitated by guillotines, & cut off at the knees
Slice em thin like some cheese, then bake em
on a smokehouse wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An' all of them watching you
Stay off the track to Hattie's Shack in the back of the Black
lonely and Off Set
I mean I could Take off if I could wave O's
But I'm no longer a slave bro, Django
Faith, Hop, recognized the very things I came for
Now
Yeah
This one goes out to the grease stains
That somehow managed to crawl their way
Into a driver's examination
Unfortunately ending the day with
Yeah
This one goes out to the grease stains
That somehow managed to crawl their way
Into a driver's examination
Unfortunately ending the day with
waves I'm creating by sheer will
The result of my seclusion is coming to fruition
These lines will be the foundations
Of the never ending thrill hidden in
Shut down the negativity by repeating "yes"
Yes, hold up ya hand if you've been recently blessed
Yea, I speak from the chest
So it's an added bonus
But tell the public where all these hotties come from
Alright bet
I'm'a break the track down right here
Let all the homies kick it off for me
You
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
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