Lyrics:
Uh, Perfecto
Kid took time with a pencil
Everybody wonder where his head go
I just had a dance with the devil
Huh, Yo, Perfecto
Everybody wonder
soul to the
Devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who
Walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down
And start to piss off
Step two:
I know you're by yourself
I know there's a love for us
For all our accomplishments
This is beyond our sin
I do not want this shit
I was lost boy,
clothes and my sneakers
Block to hot, no time to be speaking
niggas is asking what happened to Steven
Had to get out of the state for the weekend
New route
So when you hear the news
Don't second guess the kid
Cus I'm always in the front
Unless I'm behind yo bitch
Y'all talking bout the plug, mine come
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
to encounter with my counterparts
On how to burn the block apart
Break it down into sections
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes, others use injections
to your car its not bulletproof we hit up ya whip
We spin the block shoot it some more remove chances to live
Ya mom on the news saying you a good kid but
mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat
It's a subculture
Of new music and trends
A gig to go to with a few of your friends
Download the album
And skip straight to track 5
Cos it's the one
Survival Of The Fittest I'm The Prophecy
Cant See No One Get In The Way Of 30
Block Speaking Honestly
Every time I Hear Y'all Rap
I Just Start
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
write.
New Death,
Every Week,
I'm sick of saying RIP.
Uninstalled Facebook.
Life steady throwing hooks.
Block kept getting hit, I cried and started
was up the block when my compadre Coolie Black got shot
All up on Second and Clara Blocks now check it
New change was burnin inside motherfuckers
Wasnt the popular kid
Was finger poppin ya bitch
Wouldnt take shots in gym
But i might cop the assist
Started getting money
Figured i might cop me
board games out, we would land a monopoly
We'd play stickball in the driveway
Old lady on the block, hated kids is what I'd say
Took our tennis balls if
rough tone spills the sanity (sanity)
Albums are mean, how can they be? (can they be?)
Your conspiracy theory's trajectory (woah)
Is aimed at my dick,
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
spirals but
Every turn a new blank sheet of paper
My blank canvas
To escape havocs what I pen outta passion
Or is it madness?
Or is it madness?
Is it
Always getting lit in the night time
Gotta stay hot when the sun's up
College kid, gotta get my funds up
Raf on the track, new year new me
I'm back, no
showed me
Was The Ambassador
A member from the Cross Movement
On how they rapped for the Lord
We work with kids with a promise
At Mount Lawn Camp
He
The Ambassador
A member from the Cross Movement
On how they rapped for the Lord
We work with kids with a promise
At Mount Lawn Camp
He showed Christology in
she won't let nobody in the clique tap
And there ain't gon' be no new Yeezy album
Cause he in the the trunk with his
Mouth taped and his wrists wrapped
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