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take us out, this is our show
This is state, where the hoes come by the boatload (yuh)
I scan her down and check her out, like a barcode (yuh)
We on top

I was Elvis in my past life
Lost to depression in my last fight
My nightmares attacked me last night
I think the devil tried to make deal
Scared if I

can get killed like
Bitch, I'm cool with the nugs
You my twin, but you hang with the opps

I'ma put these pussies in a box
If you die, you gone die by

excuse the pun
I was having just a hell of a time
And if I wasn't made for Heaven then Elvis decides
Oh, and hell, I gotta thank you for mine
It was

Smoother than velvet, I'm cooler than Elvis
These verses so hot, got the microphone melting
I can't help it, happy birthday, it's a gift
They say

I think that I'm heaven sent
Better yet, all my drip so elegant
I started trapin when I started rappin what a coincidence
Making moves like Elvis

But then the letter's returned to sender
Feel like playing Elvis records 
So someone can "love you tender"
But in your mind
You know there's some design

a haunting
You like this riddim by the way that you bumping
Girl you gwan with it ,you gwan with it
Sit down pon it for a minute ,for a minute
You know what am

Been doing this shit
Cuz I can't stop rapping
Bear trap with the rap
Cuz I can't stop snappin'
Retard in the booth
Cuz I can't stop spazzin
Go hard

than i was last year
Still not ready
I told you already i'm still not ready
Still not ready
I told you already
Chasing that blue green Fetty
Like it with

only get a rain cheque
Rent's high I'm not they've got me by the neck 

But you can never have too many sunnies or guitars 
Them and just a handful

ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch
Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real

done escaped the diddies
Now I need cheesesteaks 
And bitties getting naked swiftly
Rock stages like Elvis
Yet by night, these nightmares I raise hell

Channel Zero

Canibus

Can-I-Bus

1998

on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats

before I go (go)
Start by washing pagans off my soul

[Hook]
Bounce back
Let this bitch slap
Who can really rap?
Brap-brap
Watch me whip crack, with

money followers or women

I was gonna leave you with your pride
But I can't let you hide wide eyed
Having died off those drugs you took
Stuck in a nook

cherokee
And a little african American
ApparentlyBrother got soul
And mother gotta bounce
Sunny cal for the gal and
The boy with the brow
Daddy two was

And a little Cherokee
And a little African-American apparently
Brother got soul and mother gotta bounce
Sunny Cal for the gal and
The boy with the brow
Daddy two

I do my hair elvis style,
nails did squeaky clean
my cuticles suitable
for a dope pinky ring
I'm shinin I'm shinin cuz
I'm the king I'm the captain

ain't gotta tell em
I'll tell em that (I'll tell em)
And if these niggas' hiding
We gon' slide up where they motha' at
Ak-47 with the double strap
Have

I can barely feels the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed, oh no. 

How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head? 

An' who'd've

so
Brought to you by viewers
With the nervous nose
That ran away to put the
Ring upon the circus folk
Be a jerk and get beaten up
From years

on Jambalaya

Now before I could walk, I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I

ain't fucking with nobody, What you mean by that?
If you don't bring a bag, then you can kiss my ass
Some will say I'm selfish some will say I'm mad
But