Lyrics:
with a past that turned;
Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as cats or iarn-leastair.
Ioldanach has spied on this mystery, yet he's enkindled
shit can get
But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast
We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme
If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek
a big hog
Cool cats run with big dogs
Blacks fall victims to the White man's laws
Ain't nuttin new under the sun
But you never heard Defari's version
as a cat chasin' mice
I'm crazy over you
I went to the Doc
chewin' on my sock
he said, 'Boy, yer in whoreable shape'
better get straight
before it's
makes more sense to speak nonsense
What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land
Just like a cat without a mouse
it masturbates
Remember when them cats hit you with them Chinese jokes
You came back hard and held it down for Chinese folks (word)
But what else was I suppose to do
You
It's Andre Nickatina tiger comin' out the cuts
Maximum speed drivin' I don't give a fuck
Garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat
These bitches on the street
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for
y'all niggaz poppin' shit watch your step fuck the talkin'
Little Rock on the motherfuckin' scene get to walkin'
Guns is steady barkin', at them cats
There's something wrong and it's our government.
Is this the way that it has always been.
We're being led by used car lot salesman.
But what
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
What we be tellin' these cats?
Yo yo, step up, nigga
Step up
All them niggaz out there
Tellin' on all them niggaz violatin' step up
Yo, yo
pepperhead from 164th
I stay shivery on cash delivery
Cats ain't never gettin me, high as I be
Get my think on, get my drink on
Cuban links on with my
Yo, yo; cool ass cats get hit with mad pressure
Honey got caught cheatin', her man left her
Used to be a dime piece, now she a heffer
Eatin' mad ice
shit
You'd think I had the world in my palm
Surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
Still ain't all peaches and cream
Cause it's hard being
of my peeps stompin your grill 'till your flesh is embedded in the street
My death rap will get you cats pumped end up in the back of a trunk
And your
nah you could have aids
I'd rather make you a cadaver with blades
I write the followin raps to you cats that bite swallow and jack
Then recite rhymes
I swear I wasn't cat-napping
To edge into your life
I didn't notice no sad thing
(It's a sundance)
To the strange strains that you entice
Now
a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form
(Chrous)
Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Baby (x4)
Verse Two:
I thought I saw a pussy-cat,
I didn't, It was a dirty rat,
In fact, it was a snake, bitch
a special announcement right about now
We have a special guest that just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by
walk by the railroad track
Hambone
Hambone, hambone
Have you heard?
Papa's gonna buy me a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
talkin' 'bout cats in the worst way
Nigga, put it on my birth 'til my hurse lay, right
Nigga, know about Illuminati and they new world order
Nigga, Mo
hollows is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against
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