Lyrics:
heads, cause I'd rather be chillin'
But what if I do
Anyway, well you know how I'm feelin'
Don't push me
Tell me
These ladies tryin' to pick
I don't holla
week.
Aright well check this out, I got somethin' real important
I want you to tell her
C'mon c'mon this shit's over with.
I'm not done talking
mind
To be come
One with the rhythm and one with my hand
I said come on a little closer and we'll set out on this land
Come on get ready
Come on tonight
in Da Boot dodging static with out the Gramophone
Shadow of God
I'm like the phantom yo
Magnanimous flow
In Chicago were the Amethest glow
At times
to hear that Jesus was the One
But under heavy scrutiny he disavowed the Son
Well the last I heard he preached the word and thousands came to see
you gotta fight
(Get ready)
There's the cut of the knife
(Get ready)
So roll the dice on your life
(I'm ready)
And pray the night don't bite you
two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your
Ending their bloody good time!
But do not fret and don't despair
We'll all be back, next time next year
When monsters will appear everywhere
All for
Went to the well and made a wish
Pray to God I stay around
Tigallo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the fish
It's
that haunt me day by day
The word is 'now'
I'm ready to make my sacrifice
Pray - Imagine all the things
That I never talked about
Stay - Don't turn
subway
Cool hat & funny shirt
Book might as well be hieroglyphics to me
Pray for all Muslims!
On your way to mass murder kamikaze, or as cogs in
there
Trapped by death
I've seen raining blood over my head
In this madness and lust
In chaotic black mass
Voice of satan have said
Join the sabbath
Where we headed
I think im headed upstate
Views of the city all by the lake
Neighbors looking at me Ball in the face
Got us chasing paper it aint
Once I was
An observer of the mass
Now I see
Through my own glass
People always feel
Like I feel inside
Fill me with some truth
We'll be side by side
as we drop gangsta hit's
Now look here, trick
You fine and I dig your style
Come chill with a playa, do it doggystyle
I'll be gentle, sentimental
Yeah, we
speeds that are not very funny
Forced to connect by the government
Or I'll be disconnected with no argument
Well if you must
I do not trust
Your god damn
something fierce?) Oh, am I
Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A. super
The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler
I used to be the bubble for others that
in the calm before they fall
I can hear the sound
And it's so loud
Ready to pour down on all of us (it's getting closer)
Mass hysteria
I can
Get down on your knees
and pray
Clasp your hands
and start to play
It's time to be born again
Don't go to mass
It's a sin
Confess your evil
the well that can wish ya' boy well
Cells eaten by cancer got me lookin' for answers
Doctors say my daughter
Won't grow up to be a dancer
Just walked out
a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti
Steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, X-Z, and Bullet Loco
hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti
Steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
and spewing this revolution
For popular TV
All your opinions are carefully chosen
By what we'll let you see
Televised crap dressed up as fact
Your soap reality
like
You going through mazes
Improving performances just by
Going through stages growing into a woman
I'll be going through changes
It will be something
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