Lyrics:
those who trick and lie
In the eyes, of the most, high
The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ
Grafted, from original, black man's sperm
fixed my crownAnd as I slept, he filled my mouth with ironHe said "Rinse out your mouth, with the medication spit it outIn the receptacle by your side,
I showed them all of the ways to forget me.
I made them cover up their eyes as they came to take me.
They're waiting to condemn me,
Unburdened by
knocked and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you didn't hide the safe now she's fuckin in your fly estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind
In life, we struggle as individuals
A fine line between a cliche saying and something original
As if in death we left something residual
Behind
Yours. It's not theirs. It's not gods. It's not anyone's who presumes to own
You or the thoughts that make an original, shift all the subliminal brain
lil EZ told me
Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original
Mono why mono ain't no subliminal Hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready
(Crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin' your whole premises
Don't never diss
Cause here's your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like Patra, I got it
vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out
Puttin' in work a nigga said by jar
While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
Elm Street
Just got
lead, I say
When it's dark fuck the dumb, I'm on the run
Go to the shack for somebody black that want to come
Original man in a swamp land habitat
Old
me.....
I like to make funky beats and record 'em....
The scratch....th-th-the scratch...
I got two great partners standing by me....
ANDYCAT: Take
you better chill
Or getcha grill, piece, torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in
to entertain then I'll make you wet
Meanwhile, got to keep a low profile
Our style is true, so yes I do smile
Original, just like the Dirty Rotten
floor ya
Headz ain't Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
I Pen-dat ass to de-grass like I was Teddy
Cause brothas ain't ready for the fros
This is a terrific tale
Of fiction and fact
Depiction and confliction, back
When your religion was original
Didn't you know
There was
At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers
But now I keep myself pepped
Deeper still, that night
I write by candlelight, I find
The West and Eastside are the original beatsiders, provide us
A motherfuckin' mic and a hoe
And we can crack em both for show, fuck toe for toe
Foe for
Girl I gotta going on, every dude has a right to be wrong, uh
Can I get away from this, By your side I will stand
With a witness, making these
know y'all lookin for something FRESH
Something that y'all haven't heard YET
Something original and subliminal
Let me hit it yo let me haer ya say HO
Musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head")
Original recipe but not from Kentucky
Bunch of nilla ass niggas
Throwin' bolos like Rocky
Pass the ism and watch
Everybody loves the original, everybody's got time to be cynical
Old enough to know better by now
It's the greatest joke don't go letting me down
I'm not sure I believe the Jew and me
We're brought together by a twist of faith
I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you anyway
I can't picture
At least a couple of weeks since I last slept, kept taking sleepers
But now I keep myself pepped
Deeper still, that night
I write by candlelight, I find
get to me
I'm still the mothafuckin same
original, individual
That's bringin criminal tattics
MCs they all best run
When I be the one with the gun
Now
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