Lyrics:
the track, this is only a test
I'm the leader of the pack
My is that...
Number one is no Mathias rap
Don't try this at home little brother
Been doing it for
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask
the gutter think I’m not gonna swing
Internet gangsters trying to get underneath my skin
I got punchlines and I’ll aim for ya chin
Yea I get stressed but I
test me
Scheme, then rev out the ride like Dezzie
It's' 021, what you know about pressi'
Beat at the opps then we ball out plenty
Head shell true me
the wounded and bled
'Cause the lies we were fed left
Us hanging by a thread
See the road up ahead is
Wearing right through the tread
Wish the skin that we shed
and I don't feel alive
I feel buried under my skin
Out of the way, torture self every day
What kind of better place is this?
I wanna be a different
butcher, Angel of Death!
Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins
Pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat
hand ting, man test it
Close one eye then press it
In jail, see opps, I set it
Now they warn' dead it and beg it
If there's a hundred man I might leg it
ashamed I will not feel this pain
Look away from me now when you look way again
I will not feel disdain I will not feel this rain
On my skin
I look around
consciousness
Realized what had happened no time to rest
Arise at morn call everybody and warn
The religion of Islam reborn
Now the first test was his family
Go there and step with a chef on deck
Or tap that skeng every now and then
These bells might moisten your skin like Ren
Leave opps on bended knee
My
Intrigen
Schneiden geschwollen labern und lachen Grimassen, wie Skins-Friesen
Poppen morgens aufkocken, haben mittags 'n paar Kongresse
Und abends hauen
the food up with my fork-fork
Caught a body, it's a corpse-corpse
Draw a light skin and it's a hat trick
'Cause there's a white thing and a black chick
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
fraud
You can't test me in the music game, I've got bare XP
Doing this ting for real, in school, while you was typing up your CV
I was downloading
want the pain I'm bringing
So who's afraid of sinning?
Put you to the true test
Devil in a blue dress
I'll do what I do best
And I am good crazy
rings start to rust
And our skin starts to age
Remember the promise we made
So when our eyes have seen their better days
And our hearing starts
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
looking through my skin
Now let it all begin)
They can try, but
They'll never kick us down
We have a right to be here
Even when they try, they'll
we hotstep and get pressy
Deadly, run for their life, they're leggy
Plain white T on my ironing board
You know I gotta press out the crease
Skin
black brothers like iced down jewelry in the projects
We attract others, bro for black rubbers
The way I stretch you out, you wanna test me
You be
you out, you wanna test meYou be the artist formerly known as alive, so please don't stress meY'all motherfuckers is too sexy, ain't y'all supposed
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