Lyrics:
Worf Deep Space Nine
Cause I'm on my Enterprise
And I'm so god damn fly
That I'm on this paper route
Said you old news York Times
Plenty shit I can say
Aye. Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they
to upset her
By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter
New York City's where it's from - its the news header
And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now,
I stepped out the front door into winter and the world outside
I stepped out the door to New York City
My hair was barely dry
I could not remember
everything in sight
You gotta be bad to be good in the dead of the night
Kick it
You're dancing in fire, baby
When you're takin' it to the streets
Yeah,
Down in my head,
I like to feel a rollercoaster
Blank in my stare,
I've got to heal the supernova
I've been sitting with a riddle
that I couldn't use
SCENE EIGHT the labyrinth underground
(Meanwhile, down below, we see the PHANTOM
And CHRISTINE in the boat
Crossing the underground lair)
PHANTOM
out in life Stupid shit a get you killed
Always get it how you live don't you ever live in fear watch how the money appear
Fake niggas all in ya ear but
accommodating
I sip the sizzurp'
To wash down the petty hate
I know I didn't deserve to be so unappreciated
But niggas must've misheard cause' I never been
Christ
To die is gain
For me to live is – Christ
By no other Name
For me to live is – Christ
To die is gain
The new has come and I will never be the same.
will fake it—home
New York—for the hell of it, Paris—for the fun of it
Maybe—we’ll come back here one day
Hohhot, get down in Baton Rouge,
Sure is, no
chest as Much as I wish
I'll get what I get
I'm directed and help direct
And I'm cursed and I'm blessed by my moon in Pisces to feel it all
It's a defense
from home but will feel right.
New York's only ten thousand miles.
One by one, you'll become.
We'll belong, holding on
One by one
Holding on
Holding
Danger Danger
There's a brand new stranger
Claiming that's he's backed by lil baby from the manger
Yes
It's me
Young Theerie
Tryna make the world
paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A
Miami, DC, Bemore and out in the bay
(With everything out of the frame
See, we deserve to stake that
mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live, you're either the dealer
used to usher Sunday mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live
mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live, you're either the dealer
your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case
at that point where this ain't a dream
I'm really plannin' to make a scene
When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy
I'm about to pop off like it's
was...
They stayed here in Harlem
Uh, Look
Swear this is rap royalty
I float by in that two-seater, it's coral leaf, Team Aura loyalty
Whole crew wrist in
!!!...
Chorus
I drunk it, I drunk it, damn it worked, who'd a'thunk it
Courage in a bottle, 2 shots down yup, I done it
Didn’t let the chance go by, I
to go Peter Parker
I'm Spider-Man, if he ain't me, he just a creepy crawler
Tunechi spark the lighter, pull up in a new Ferrari spider
Spider web
One percent two percent skim milk whole
Doesn't matter to my bladder just
Put it in the bowl
Too many options it's a problem for chris
Mix trix with
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