Lyrics:
Yo, it's Dr. X aka Marshall Applewhite
Marshall Herff Applewhite aka
I don't have that many aliases (Fuck an alias)
But you can just call me
got Psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none
If you
got Psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none
If you
, man, I don't need you at all
You need me
'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right
I won't stop 'til my name's in light
At stadium heights,
the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothing to a G
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the thugs before me
Pay off the block, evade
The darkness all around
It pulls me down into the ground
And yet I've found my being sound
For the light that shines through found
Some truths confound
A strange
If you loved me you would leave him
But these lyrics don't mean shit
These lyrics don't mean shit
And if I had just one more shot
One more shot
I
coming in live
Some of you niggas had me
Knock shit down for nine-five
I told you last year that I
Burned you in a flame now this year
I'm wreckin average
a dick addict addictive
But if you curse a conspire my versus they will spit fire at ya
Trash me that's simple my lyrics think I won't hear it
You
this, hey Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga
The binoculars
Hahahaha, yeah nigga, time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga
'Cause it's
the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by
gettin' down
Sparkamatic, I'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
very fine
You really think I'm going to ignore
That I just said anal
No I'm not, have you even met me?
I be walking down the road
Doing same old same old
You slippin' westsider,
But it don't mean shit to me,
I'm the youngest in the Crew from the Oak-Town,
An when I come through,
I lay you niggaz
a strategic routine
Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash
Hey yo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all talking is irrelevant
I put it down from the gutter
Cut me off and throw me down
Cast me out and put your feet on the ground
The lyrics around you are the most beautiful
But I can't sing them now
I
chat to me
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
No
Now when I'm down on the microphone stand
I give you all the dope lyrics and
Introducing the band
To make you understand
How this is planned, I
the real god
The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka
So lay the mike down slow and careful
'Cause
the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla camp is ready for war, lay your corner face down
Place down your jewels cash and four, four
When I score prepare for torture
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
[Lyrics:]
Maybe it's the things I say,
Maybe I should think before I speak
But I thought that I knew enough
To know myself and do what's right for me
marked down as missin'
Listen, circumstances put me right in the street
With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep
Some weep, or should I rather
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