Lyrics:
of ultimate pleasure
Back, when they wrote letters with the ink and the feather
I woulda showed up to your castle with an orchestra playing
Got the baddest girl
seems true... the ultimate cold/heat Oxymoronic power. the ultimate confusion
I am an expert who mastered this kind of
Argument. if i kept on telling my
control by the ivory tower elite
Their technocratic vision's insane
They wanna lock us down in digital chains
Only the globalist club will know who it was
Shatter all of your misconceptions
Hold all of them missing weapons
You thought I would miss my blessing
The ultimate misdirection ya
Your husband was
Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass
me in the club don't come fuckin' my high up and
Blow my buzz
Do what you to want just don't blow my buzz (do what you want to)
And I'm gon' sit
And also of what's sure to come
REFRAIN:
Necrophobia - the ultimate paradox
Death gives meaning to all living creatures
Necrophobia - life's questions
by my side
Cause we're all alike
On the inside
One step up
Then two to the side
One more man
Let the sleeping dog lie
From the back of the bus
choices and raise my voice up
Tell me where my sisters at? And make some noise
Come on and sing it with us (ayy)
She ready (come on)
Now you do you,
conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now
Somewhere, over there, I can tell,
I guess so
There's the voice of
A potato-headed
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat
You say you're R-E-P-R-E,
And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin' your gas cap
The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker
Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up
[Dialogue]
Being a Black woman is just like, it’s the ultimate cheat code
But there’s a lot that comes with that
While it’s a privilege often times
in depth at the lyrical flow
It gotta be stone cold
Like Steve Austin, Baskin Robbin, John Snow, or Haagen Dazs
I don't care if I'm staring at the top
up by young bloods, I got a whole lineup
For the good stuff, come and get some
I'm the villain, you're the victim, caught in the prison
Oh you done
looking for that high (Oh yeah)
But I'm your ultimate high (Oh yeah)
Yeah yeah
Pick up the phone
Come on home (Oh Yeah)
Yeah yeah
Don't care that you did me
floating, like I'm up in space
Tension rising high, flying through the skies
People passing by are misplaced
I've come to rave
(I've never heard anything
see the saints flying up to the sky
To meeting Jesus who's come to take them home
With a crown of glory oh
Saying, (hallelujah)
With my blood you
coupe to
Push around the way
Grants stacking up every day all day
That's just the way playgirls play
I'm the ultimate intergalactic spectacular
Funk
minded emcees getting caught up in my hurdles
Of chemical disruptions, by sodium chloride, potassium, denatonium benzote
Ultimate sacrifice to the gods
her stay, umma say bitch Go
Fuqk her by da sink and fuqk her by da stove
Kinkah linked up she got a boat
Got a jet ski so I’m skeettinn fasho
Pushing
waitin' up for me
Brothers, Sisters
Tonite we party, tonite we're dancin'
Hey, we're talkin' the ultimate smash of a lifetime
This one's on me…..
(Solos)
ultimate vision
Be nuclear fission
Break you down
Head on collision, ay
Out my way
Or I'm boutta take you to a higher place, ay
And by the way
Better watch
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