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Not even God takes this long to get back
So get back
'Cause I hit a fork in the road
I lost my way home
I'm cut off from out main line
Like
the words to every other line she says
She's got pretty little lips
She's got perfect skin
I wonder why I even try
To disappoint you
I could draw a diagram
I
Put your clock back for the winter
She asks when I'll be home again?
If I could see those eyes
I know they'd cut me down to size
You're not here,
six months.
Chameleon lines.
Now tell me who lied?
I take back the red light that draped her face.
Frank and the rain from her ears.
A box of words
Somewhere along the line we lost
Individuality paid the cost
Close enough to inhale the security
It's always
Too far away
Breed upon
Culture
starting to get fun
Cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart
Like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart
makin'
Nothin' but power moves ill representation
While DJ Honda cut shit up like Jason
Cross fadin' back and forth on S.L.
Twelve double 0
for the celly that flip
Next foreign liquors, Versace, dominate the punchline
Intellectual crunch time, I rhyme a 40, ghetto lunch line
Rhyme niggaz
nobody trippin, 'cause we're all about our fetti
Strip full of Caddies and them muthafuckin Chevy's
Cut thangs, Mustangs, 5.0's
Bitches in my party,
those theatres of hell
Enough of them hounding the fox to the kill
Of baby seals being clubbed, their mothers cut up
They satisfy their greed, their
plummet
And I can punch a rapper's teeth deep into they stomachs
[Verse 1]
It's the rap Jesus! Rockin' imitation time pieces
Every lines feces, you know
was an adolescent
Now shit's so dope I can get charged with possession
Professional, since cut from the umbilical
Battle me your battle 'all be
at the paintings of a white and black Jesus
Spirit says it's simply to deceive us
If I was after sacrifice, need a scapegoat
I would stop fightin' and cut my own
decapitate
Turntable terrorist, cuts that evaporate
Ugh, come from the depths of the underworld
Silver fire reigns supreme on the surface
You ride the spirit
Morning bright, rise
Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
We'd all like to sing
It's easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful
business buildings
Fuckin' politicians Your smile on your nice face makes me spit blood!
And you walk across the line and you start talking behind my
You like to stand on the other side
Point and laugh so self-satisfied
Lines drawn so plain and clear to you
So plain and clear they distort your
was an adolescent,
Now shits so dope I can get charged with possession,
Professional since cut from the umbilical,
Battle me oh that'll be
just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me
I can't find all the right romantic lines
the way to western hill
we got yo bloody cause dem dirty boys we slangin steel
at times we movin keys cross county lines to make em peel
now our safe can
Cut out the crap you know you want to relate
Day by day by day by day by day
Don't want to eat your problems like a piece of cake
Day by day by
the time's up
Wreck that ass with my starting line-up
Bolos and body blows, hooks and haymakers
Re-animate, suffocate your breath taker
Kick down your
know I want your love I got to get in line
Stand and place my order
Low cut dress and those high heel shoes
You paint your face and you give me
when it comes to the men
But I'm Princess Superstar and I got a big mouth like the men-Watch
I'm horny cut like Lizzie Borden fuck this biz I'm bored n
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