Lyrics:
jealousy and envy, heavy and plenty
Within the man who claim they friendly
But really, not really, blind shots
But see it clearly, that's without the henny
your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out
I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC
'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
(Yeah)
Oh yeah, came back, feel like the man (The man)
If it took me so long, bitch I switched up the plans
Oh you ain't heard, what the fuck is you
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
This ain't a twinkle twinkle little star
But this may be the fattest track by far
And still the competition is, eager to listen
I keep shooting,
Please don't get it misconstrued
We use money as a tool
But when you shining folk get mad
But I go a family to feed man so
I gotta get to the bag
I
Yeah Uh
Refine me by fire I'm burning with passion
Bring service affirmative action
Yahweh is done with the acting
Now cast down ya idol this worship its
to show the world What we're bout
I keep my head up and stay ten toes down
Yea I been foolish and made shit go south
Yea I been counted out by most of these
Prelude:
Yeah, yeah, yeah…I hear what they sayin,' they really not sayin' nothin.'
Finite man, rebellin' against infinite God…that don't even sound
ass handed to them by my man Sanders
It'd be yuge, Frizz'd be sipping booze, drinking until he gets woozy
Thinking of picking a mic up and spitting
else had a picture day
Yes we both had a picture day, kinda strange how it all turned out
OLD DRTY WHITE lost in the clouds
Not a man on the planet
You ever looked into the eyes of a man marinated in madness
Constantly hearing that fat lady sing, feels like I'm serenaded by sadness
It's real
When
or how real something is
Or the power behind it, you look at the fruit that it produces
If you wanna see if its righteous or wicked you look at the fruit
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me
I was the first to put it down
Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns
Kicking
to
You'll only see me on TV or maybe YouTube
By now I know your momma is probably dating some new dude
So how you liking Earth? Are you loving your
About to lay them hands on the sick and the inflicted
The lame and appressed the bound and addicted
The wicked and we kick it for the men and the sin
We
Jeff on the beat
Itz your boy Yzee
My brother man go wise
Because this life e be like big lie
E go decieve you say that guy
No go become man
No
in false flags and secrecy
Stars gonna fall from the sky
Word to the wise
The wicked gonna' burn in they beds
Dark meets the light
In this life you
and the first refugee
Which creates the first question by man
The first person had a part in this first dysfunctional family
Was Mrs. Kane the first daughter
praying, thanking God that we elevated
Sick of being targets
Sick of seeing coffins
Sick of seeing wicked human beings living off it
If you been oppressed
Tariq y'all
I dusted off the 44 chrome
Threw my Nike hat on the dome
Plus pack the celly phone
Left out my home alone
To roam these wicked streets in
it can, Filipino, black, to Cuban
And all of son of man getting
Crushed by son of Uncle Sam
Damn, huh days go on and on
Dreams evaporating like
LIKE ITS NUN
SNATCH NIGGA SOUL FA DAT MONEY THEY RUN YA DOWN SPIN ON THEY BLOCK WITH DAT CUTTA ROUNDS AFTER ROUNDS DIRTY DRUGS WHAT YA NEED SURVE BY DA
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