Lyrics:
THE HARD WORK OF BEING GOOD IS DONE
WELL WHO KNEW THAT ANGELS COULD BE SUCH FUN
AND WERE SO FOND OF TAKING LONG HOT SHOWERS?
NOW I'M BACK HERE
Wake up to the mathematics, rhyme fanatic, lyrical acrobatic, fantastic
Master mind, shine thoughts, hell of a force
I come through, niggas take
the hot winds blew from out your back door
Baby
It sure has been a gas
But somethin' up and died inside your ass
As sure as hell that my name is
He never understands
Sits on his fortune
And stares at the wall
Let's hot-wire a Cadillac
Take it to hell and back
Let's get away from it
has to
Fucking swing a U-turn and double back
The high road is hot
But don't think man won't come and cotch
Whether you like it or not
London is my
blasphemies
So send this man to torture, the dungeon awaits him.
Red-hot iron and the whip can help you
To remember who is the only Lord.
Scream! Scream!
Nightbreed
Any one fucking around with
Vinnie he might bleed
Hell is hot and that's where
The homing device lead
The body or the head only thing my knife need
'til my shit's up
Jammed up, function is hell, healthy, my tool belt (yeah)
Snapshots takin' me back, 90s Italia
Ice ice baby, like Roger Miller
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
And this is how the message ran
Science fiction (ooh ooh ooh) - double feature
Doctor X (ooh ooh ooh ) will build a creature
See androids fighting (ooh
plus
Supported by T thank you very much
Ain't notihng to it te way we do it
Set the date collabarate and just run through it
I been doing this shit since
at Psychopathic Records, and even you!"
"The sixth jokers card will be followed, followed by the end of time itself! It will consume us all!"
[Verse 1:]
on every person that ever made him feel worthless
Bitch I'm not Eminem, don't want them comparisons
He may be hot with the pen but them paradoxical verses
Never jaded by the coochie, anti gemstone
Negro classic like a vintage muscle two-tone
Laundry after 8 p.m what I grew up on
No cash on camera,
[Intro]
Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Hey...hey
Hey
[Verse 1]
Who the hell is this, paging me at 4:56 in the morning
Crack of dawning, now I'm yawning, wipe
My mama's on the shit
My daddy splitting
Mom's steady blaming me
Is it my fault just because i'm a young black male
The feds swept me as if kane
they're all the same
My phone's dead I'm here to stay
My friends left me alone so
Girl let's dance this is your song
Know you got a man back at home
terribly
If I died back then, so be it, defeated by drugs
In need of a better me
But incredibly
Made it out even though I won't escape my memories
Inner
from the PJ's to a PJ
Young nigga came up off
A motherfuckin' candle
I ain't need no nigga, by myself
I had my handle
Any situation, pop you like Fanta
Ay, Tefo made this one
Ay, Tefo made this one
Bro told me that these streets are fake
Your closest friend is the ting on your waist
Hope this print
station
This sonic defistation is
On ludicrous rotation all across the nation!
Well it's a hot morning here
In Downtown hell fire
And brimstone are falling
feelings that everyone fucking took
I'm being judged by family on the outside
So I just stay locked in trying to hide
But when I make it they wanna ride,
Real is rare, Bro I swear
Iam the realest to ever do it
Oh my God
Bro I swear
Iam real, I do all this shit by myself
And that's the deal
Am
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