Lyrics:
According to you, just a matter of time,
me falling on my knees.
Make place in the end of the line.
You've got the tools I wanted to steal,
the
I'm on TV to see you see me be
Unfocused
10 out of 10
10 out of
9 out of 10
Lookalike
You say your influenced by
them and that and
it's all crap that
conveyed
Now here's a matter of great concern
We're judging artists by the money they earn
It seems that for 9 out of 10
Music is just a means to an end, now
to search your hole
With a rubber glove pulled on my fist
I search your every orifice
Probing you with icy tools
I search for drugs and stir your stools
the circus without a clown
but if you're playing it by the rules
then i'll sit next to you
cause i'm Judas but i like it
And Jesus but i doubt it
Liar
I love
just a slave
And you'll be used as a tool
The other side of money
That's where we destined to be
If you ain't got it you ain't free
When in this land
disappear or die,
they just poke tongues out,from inside bars
at people who'd much prefer to pass them by......
He's a joke figure,taking himself serious,
to shift
your views cause if he can make you switch
He's got the tools to get in the "skins"
you know that that's been the trend
Why would he get a wife when
I am a rocket I am a gun
I am always on the run
I am possessed by a beautiful sickness
Rock n roll is my business
Give me money for life and action
Dress to kill I don't need no tool mmm
I do me I don't play by the rules
Benz punani imma need more fuel
Fat kit kat make a boy drool
Said he wanna cop
mood
Bright sound into my fears when I hear you
And we use this fancy tools for mind-hope
Dear me, let the words out of me, as true as they can
We dance
don't have a clue - but - what's up
With all of these times when you never stood by me
You never been with me, you never said once at all that you'd miss
with booze, and choose to snooze, its just a wicked tool
Defusing trinkets cause we link it with infinite jewels
You know the rules and keep it
it
Is it cool when I get it, act a fool
Can I hit it by the pool
Baby, tell me if you're with it, with it
Is it cool, can I it when the club over
Bring
I play the game by your rules
Because I know you've got the tools
I'm not crying
You watch my steps
My every move
Because you're looking for
mics are used to record the subliminal
Pro Tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital
Flow cool Juice'll do the mic something pitiful
For me you're
Raped by the dead, bent over at the grave,
I attack from behind, and you drop your precious roses.
Your warmth rouses me, the hunger burns within
children is more important than what we do
It's relentless
This ignorance that infects us all
It has come to be what we expect
Perpetuated by years
a lie and a tool
And the fantasies that fill my mind, they're not tender and they're not kind
They're not kind, they're the kind, they're the kind
That
you tool the men, you'll keep them forever
(This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
(This is) Kolyma - a graveyard for the lost
The cold
me that i’m gonna Make it too
He’s not the nigga that you’d make a fool
One day i saw him tryna pack a tool
He told me some niggas was looking for him
You'd be surprised, how many people think they know me bro
Can you tell who I am by the outter shell though
Do you judge who I was and swing for low
loose
In a movie role with truth
Co-starring, don't spar with no
Artist my level
Froze target, slow harvest, bogarted by metal
So god but so ghetto, so
corners of my mindscape
Deep inside those shades
The answers are a secret
Forbidden by the black kings
They keep us in this prison
Slavery is our fate in
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