Lyrics:
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
the martyr,for you all.
Another man, misunderstood, the nailed onto a cross.
Time, trick or a lie? The past is just a memory,
The future just a booking
kill em' all like metallicas CD, God is sending me cameoed, to enemy camp with a can of frank and a canon, Take Dependency back
And I cannot give in
Y'all gonna do a whole cat album? Cat album
Damn
Motherfuckers start bringing their cats to
The tour bus and shit meow-meow-meow-meow
me, by the end of the day I never give up that’s what stands for me
We going to the all the way to the top, we gonna win win
The money is on the line,
To every competitor, and to any challenger
Have, gold bullets rocking
Inside your temple, metallica
What happens when murder and
Mix 'em with Galaga
Music videos, promotion and all that shit
I put more work into this album than probably any other project in my life
So, shout out to all the people that
on his mouse
His phone's been busy now for over a week
So I dropped by to see what in Sam Hell is going on
And here's what he said to me:
Come on in
love and lost
What I'd do to spend one more Christmas with my maw and paw
Or learn one more guitar lick from Uncle John Paul
After all it was y'all who
what's up, Aye
Aye, since a Lil git I been on it, aye
Aye, shit legitimate, I'm being honest, aye
Aye, she intimidated by the commas, aye
Aye, she
in metallica ambulances
Watching families cover the blankets
Sister roberta drinks clouds in white tangling shoes
Condescending exuberant hush
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
My heart beats like a native drum chant, Head banging like it's Contra, Better yet Metallica
Crying by the hour, If I'm ever feeling sour, Probably
Bitch I'm Batman with Robin jeans
I'm posted in my lair
Got big bands, imagine Metallica with Slayer
Big gold chain, I'm naughty just by my nature
I eat
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
all to the stage
Turn the page, turn the page
They want something that feeds off my pain
So I wrote them this album
These lyrics the only thing keeping
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
I look down on this race I created and all I see is violence and hatred,
I shake my head as I whiz by in my space ship,
The world is like my movie
flight
A joke to an album now I'm dancing hella rich
Pull up in the MAZ, gang you know I'm never sick
On's till the days, it's all just crazy
Want to hang
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
on the track tabhi paas mere peace
Y'all are Katputlis you be following my leads
I'm the Master of you puppets ya'all are stringed by my leash
Meine metal likha
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
Written by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich (Metallica)
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