Lyrics:
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
To the left )
im askin how you could dispose everything we had
(To the left
To the left )
now i gotta go inside the little black bag
(Everything you own in
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can't fade me I'll kill
the skilly
To rhyme so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
That get her to a to and fro, I guess they
Di killers and di daemons of di empire, shall perish and dem (??) all fire
him a go push against di wall all di (??) messias, sodoma and Gomorra fi
our hearts with shame
Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain
And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies
Take his body as a relic to be canonized
a konvict
Be all u can be now don't dat sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga boo
It's really a desert storm that's
and get rid of my pieces
I own collies sellin rocks the size of Domino pizzas
I'm untouchable, nigga
[Chorus]
[Sheek]
Double R.. whoo! All day..
Yo,
The Prize be watched
By eyes that never grow old
Seven key’s turn a lock
As the story’s been told
Three keys were stole
From the Widow’s son
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
work it like a street team with an A&R
Empty the magazine, all the pages fall
By the time I leave, you done read them all
P-E-R-C, yeah
Percocet got
The Demons ring the Sabbath bells
Rejoice the witches chant
Preper the sacrifice - by fire
The blood runs black through heavens shell
Declare the witches
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
his mama he'll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all on her own because her other son died
Listen
and Pharisee
Then your cheques go bouncy
Still I had a good day today
Fingers crossed for tomorrow
The old surgeon, the devil's
Got a scalpel in his hand
of Death
I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me
his scythe smites all my enemies
and his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so
and
All I need is one little road rage reason
Yeah, blah, blah, blah, I'm the
I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the fuck out
problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see
I admit,
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
they come harassing us, off the GP
Maybe cause the car looking like a teepee
Easy easy easy, they approached us
Hand by their holsters
Close to their
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
_film_poster.jpg/220px-Against_all_Odds_(1984)_film_poster.jpg "Against All Odds")
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