Lyrics:
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young
Two horns
Say it takes two to tango
But a crew to bang, yo
Superstar shootout
Overtime at Durango
Clear out the box out
Practice at the range, yo
Get
in the grass, finna get ate by my cow
I'm just livin' my life on the jet, ridin' 'round
Two hoes with me, one white, the other one Bobby Brown
kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
I don't need no shooter, nigga
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
One gunman
(a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
I just dress in all black with my
in a box
Bury him for ninety years, then see if he talks
But Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the holding over then
He'll be so pleased, I do
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking 'em out the box an'
Knocking 'em out their
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin?
Three quarter black mink, shades, canaries in both ears
Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple
dis nookie
Crown ain't missn boo
Beat ya ass playin Skully
Call me Dudley
We can be two dudes, mess'n by the pool
Call me ya new muse - my crown ain't
all my little fal-de-riddles packed up in my box
Yes, absolutely two of ev'rything.
There was I, waiting at the church,
Waiting at the church,
a deh way like me a stone
Buck you two time mek you fi tek notice
Badlands me stay around
Clarendon gyal straight fatness
Straight hotness
Walk past e
and comin' in five seconds
Givin' back shots patch box, fat knots
I rap hot, like black glocks
Disrespect this and get disconnected
Then sprayed like
mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin'
Black box open my mind and see what's inside
One for one and two for two
Oh Tell me what's wrong with you I said
Kickback, relax
I'll tell you again
serious
Ha (it's the Roc) yeah, yo
Let's go
Post Positano, Hov' hanging with Bono
U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you, too, can cool out
me and Bustarimo muy peligro
The hottest Negroes en Los Estados Unidos
Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal
I'm black like Don Cheadle
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
You were trained for the war
But kid I was born in it
Should've died when he was born
He grew up with scorn in him
Wakin up n pushing forward
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