Lyrics:
Crow and most hyperbole
Recalling Uncle Joe and early Harper Lee
Perfect southern gothic history.
A young boy was murdered, he was only ten
This
don't cheat, I say Black men don't cry (hell nah)
Like I'm gothic, clothes same color as an eyebrow (black)
Black mink, black ink, New York City
fuck, fuck the millennium
Rock it, Gothic doesn't exist
Remember the justified ancients
Volume up to the max
I walk the line, the line between good
And you got your work hid in the basement, I got it, Gothic
Go for the endo, she's smokin' hydro-ponic chronic
Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon
eyes stare before 'em as the audience look
Cosmic lights, it's gothic in the midst of the night
A state of nothingness, a shear bliss descended from
there's no bugger in
I have to sing Gothic, boo hoo
See me, a new reign
A new reign not to be forgotten
Right place, right time
Right time
pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
I'm
don't even know my real name, yeah
Hoppin' out the Uber on a Friday
Gothic bitch, her Gucci bag got bags of cocaine, yuh
I've been living life my way
haggard burning eyes
Their icy voices tear our hearts like knives
We came through
Like the Gothic monsters perched on Notre Dame
We observe the naked
roaring, singing like a thunderstorm
Smoke was pouring straight up to the sky
Windows smashing, Gothic doors and lintels fall
Timbers crashing and we both
graphic
Panaramic view for you, stamp Wu
The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who
admire gothic arches
Become a lot more happy
Build a maze of styrofoam
Befriend an unfortunate lunatic
Wail on a saxophone
Walk down the road into
featuring Ras Kass
[Ras Kass]
We on some Phantom of the Opera shit
It's the gothic shit
As I produce the Waterproof mask
You
party
Here we go again
Once again we gonna party
Gothic
doesn´t
exist
Thank you
bit what and who made what
Nigga fuck all y'all styles
I'm finna set this shit off like this here
Chitowns murderous mob gothic
Hard knock it give me
(K.M.G.)
Seems never, no hesitation for my frustration
I feel the years that i'm facin', so it's here money track, i'm lacin'
With that Gothic
existence is a
Momentary lapse of reason
Got the DNA of gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times
Out of eleven
Your bad ideas are the ATM
Shed my skin
I'm Gothic
I be in the lab spitting topics
Mixing toxics 'til the
Prophet's pockets profit
Or 'til I get boxed in
T-shirt from Polo, the rebirth
powers as I sit atop the gothic
Towers watching cataclysmic showers
Blood is sour, bitter sweet, thick and bland
And when it dries it turns brown
Beneath
in the ocean
To a molecule of air, he's there
Microscopic to the cosmic
Puts every force on object
Whether you're 'nostic, catholic, gothic
And if I smile,
When they crawl around
Too condescending to blame me
I am young,
Baby they're so old
Gothic, religious and tame
I am just a wild
fingers to the light
"Gothic towers tottered on Her heels
As She fled asylum grounds
Committing hard crimes to soft cells
Where now another's screams
Stumbling through the gothic quarter streets
No booking code means no hotel guaranteed
Tie done wrong and plastic shoes
A professional learns from
of the abstract
We long for concrete
This Gothic architecture
This brutality
Your jails and slaughterhouses
Your democracy
Ah ooh
You worship false idols
You love
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