Lyrics:
And I can fall asleep right next to a dead man
I'm cold, I put bullet holes all off in your headband
So, bring me death cause I've been itchin to see
If
the devil wrote
Yeah people said that the seven would come
I'm on the run
Yeah people told me that I would be dead and then some
Ooh'
Chased by the dead
Yuh'
on the bed
A lovely high bed with a golden bedspread
And the servant told the prince to close his eyes and go to sleep
Sleep, deep sleep
Suddenly all he wanted
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine
cmniotic liquid of another kind
That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god
Thirty-three years go by
And not once do you come home
To find a man sitting in your bedroom
That is
A man you don't know
Who came a long way
through the windows of a home
At a woman from the movies
That's been living there alone
She's home at 7 in the evening
He sees the code punched in
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
All that he said was, "Watch the news"
of black earth, gutted and uncoupled from the patchwork
Buried by a seven year cherub in the backyard
Epitaph and all
Disciple of the cycles and sciences,
c'mon on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Vietnam
so put down your books
I just heard the news, Taylor's dead
Somebody came by and just shot him in the head
Said he was tired of the bullshit that he had stood for
Said he
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send
thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you
shit, EPMD strictly hardcore
Been there, done did it and 'bout to do it again
Stompin' through it with the heavenly grin
With seven number one albums
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)
Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)
Put a crown on your head and remove
pieces
And make ya death the sweetest
Punch a hole through ya cleavage
By the way how was Jesus
I hope you been baptized
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with
growing
Look how I'm showing pure, unbridled creativity in motion
Aren't you impressed by just how far I've come along?
And aren't you jealous of how fast
she will come tonight
We can't earn our bread, we're too little, she said
Jim's five and I'm only seven
We can't earn our living since Papa is dead
Die, under my throne
Servant, of all my thoughts
Wait, for the ones you have lost
Sacrifice, but at what cost
Now, come at my side, give me your life
dead
pick you up by your fucking spine
i'll kill you instantly just like my rhymes
fucker fucker fucker
mother fucking fucker
dont' chu ever think abou
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
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