Lyrics:
Beautiful Delilah, sweet as apple pie
Always gets a second look from fellas passin' by
Every time you see her, she's with a different guy
[Chorus]
So much drama in northern California
'Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
That's why I
I just run it
Punks'll shun it, gangs keep their girlies on it
Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine
Sick with the style so you can say you've
Speed on by, don't seem to have the time
What about this life?
What about this life?
Can I come by?
Issues in the paper (somehow I'm not
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifesting thoughts with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, only
I don't ever think about tomorrow
Whether or why is all on another day
And I think it's been said by somebody up ahead
The older guys tell me what
microphone imprint
Straight to the dome through the skull to the tissue
Call me Guru I'll diss you if you're pressing the issue
Not my style to be sweatin'
And rearrange real quick cause I can kick plenty styles
Rhymes stretch many miles
I`m the authentic yes the lyric unloader
The truth exposer, the hardcore
and
A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is
I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap
And all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang zoomer
To freak ya outcha
by line, chapter after chapter
Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta
those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose
Blow em out like
get gray when it's time to groove
I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I'm supplied with
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
a murder route, I'm out
My raps play the part like in Get Smart
Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin'
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
Get him off the podium he ain`t no speaker
Yes he`s just a phony and look at his sneakers
Played out of style out of rhymes
He`s out his mind
Lost
tails of my dreams
White blossom falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me
Ten bottles standing in a row military style
With hats
of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Out with
samobójczych myśli
Jeden powód by dojść do celu i wygrać ten wyścig
To my za szybcy i za wściekli
Dajemy z siebie sto na sto choć ze zmęczenia opadają powieki
Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)
Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
Deep in your mental,
onstage
See a soundboy get blazed
Crowd go sick, insane
By now, you know the name
They don't wanna see me onstage
See a soundboy get blazed
Man go sick,
I know you want it girl don't play with me
Na Na
I know you want it girl don't play with me, ya
And I can tell by the way you move
By the way you
real?
Would you ride with your nigga,
Drive bys for your nigga, like bla bla bla
Is it real?
How real?
Is it real?, is it real
How real?
Would you
No awkwardness or reason to pretend
Your laid back style
The sweetest smile
The way you had your hair
Your hand in mine
Those easy eyes
The way you
know she is so unforgettable
Call me Mr. Incredible
Cause she got me killin’ this villains with verses and fill ins that rhyme by the decibel
Her style’s
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