Lyrics:
trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me
In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed
Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen
I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time
Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life
It was a package of pure darkness tied
hit me and he say they gon' be late again
Might have to scrip this shit again, but it's gettin' very thin
Some think I live by East Atlanta, I can't
And the homeland we've never seen
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the fire
doom.
He counted all the hosts of the Aesir, and while they were many, he was not satisfied they would be enough to stave off the giants.
He called his
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream
They swan divin'
As if they name be
I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi
I remain like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you might outgat me
but you can't outrap me
my
What's the matter with the songs he's singin'
Can't you tell that they're pretty lame
After listenin' to a couple albums
Well, they all start
been served a notice
Top of the morning
My fist to your face is fucking Folgers
(We might be giants
Standing on little dandy shoulders)
You punks is
Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin' you honey
On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich
That's when I shit, cause I know you fuck
This is my openin scripture - I've been preparin this album
My whole life, might be uncomfortable for most you listeners
Satin's bombardin me with
call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I
she'll be here with me
Just smilin' ride by my side
We should do just fine out around Palestine
Or maybe Turkministan
We'll bid a fair adieu and flip
Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin' you honey
On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich
That's when I shit, cause I know you fuck
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
There's a danger when water and sky become one
And the fog makes you blind as can be
When the earth starts to tremble, a man wants to run
For the Storms
Of the somber giants
Come break the frame
And kill the lights
Charmed by the calls
Of a nightingale
They're here to absorb
Each glimmer and flame
An evil alliance
I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines
I'm tired of cats tryin' to rap cause they want shine
I be writing to enlighten those that was once
followed by the fear
And the thoughts of it makes you feel a bit ill
Despair in the departure lounge
It's one and they'll still be around at three
No
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
high, standing tall
Who else, who else could I be?
But Ella next to the wall
A fella who likes what they see?
And then in my ear
Someone said to me
we've never seen
They killed us in our tepee
They cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground but the firesticks
might be out on that lawn
Which is wide, at least half of a playing field
Because there's no explaining what your imagination
Can make you see and feel
They know something special's happening
They know something special's happening
2010, they were chart toppers
2020, they'll be battling
Always
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