Lyrics:
CHAPTER ONE
deep
Deeper than the stain of twisted guilt that
Hungers for the laceration of the negligence
Taste the fruit
And all of its wickedest
it
Make money in love is one hell of a profit
Buy too much clothes it don't fit in my closet
We get a check and go make a deposit
Don't worry bout
above my below averages threw you plug
Pull that Nigga up then slide by put on the pullover
I'm the Wi-Fi stuck upon a wizard kellys shoulder
Now Walk In
I'mma chill baby, we don't want the devil in this bitch, naw
Got bad one we could call it Kelly Rowland
Ooh she get the jelly rollin'
I can nelly in
rappers trash
And yes I'm naming names
You can't deny the pain
You are receiving now
I want that money too
By only telling truth
Can't be too fake too soon
those words you're so athletic
Looking at your bookshelves
So intrigued by your collection
Coulda sworn it was a barnes and noble as soon as I stepped in
still theres never been an obsticle unecessary
Looking back the reflections that ish was legendary
Donald, Fred and Chelease back in 96'
Chapter 1 of my
You had me lost in your words
Now I'm just trapped in the dirt
Feel like I should've left first
Maybe then I wouldn't hurt
I ain't been to sleep in
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that
hard to grasp?
If no one hears you
You are in fact
Dead
It doesn't matter how much agony in which you die
Well how does a singularity explode?
Wait
Why
true: learn about Chapter 3-22
And the counterintelligence program, BLAM
Colonialism, DAMN
My homie's in prison, SHUCKS
I would like to pluck the lame
loosing patience
Yeah Fights leads into conversations
We are surrounded by inspiration
Cheah
And I'm feeling abit lazy
Locked up in my mind
Paul Kelly who's
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
of the dust, in the dusk
I must collect the samples from the rust
Penetrate the crust then trust no living
Driven by the sonic, language passion
Your ashes spark
And tell the truth I ain't the one he tryna mess with
So keep it on the down low or whatever you call it
Before the greater sex will have me trapped in
dancing on me
Trapped and condemned by the skeletons, in my closet
Push em down take a breath
Another round I'm exhausted
I don’t really care what you
to the are double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
E-v-e, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, double R what
He covers his house in pictures so he won't forget
The walls from floor to ceiling
The cupboards
The appliances
The closets
The furniture
Even
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5
scared, my nigga
(I know that you scared, my nigga, pussy, ooh)
Niggas be knowin' who with it, you know that we soldiers, had a nigga in the closet
Tie
nigga
3/5ths of a man, misquote and I'll choke on the rope
That's provided by the system, with holds on our throat
Deviation for a change lie deep in
Wiz, but all our checks are Cam'rom
Next chapter, next chapter, f-f-f-fatigues and cannons
Fresh rapper, fresh rapper right here where I'm standing
I wrote and recorded this entire album by myself
Within 2 weeks on a 20 cent mic in my closet
With every malfunction you can think of to be honest
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
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