Lyrics:
they can get a bite, and write what I write
But they don't know the night
Keeps me and my Clik air tight (right)
All you biters wanna chunk the script
But let's have no gray script
For the joy of gray men
There must be some brand new ark
To torpedo with our votes
Replace it with ballot paper
all my Tonka toys
You better flip the script and get with this
And if that Buddha don't do ya, then go dippin' (yeah)
Take a walk through this jungle
life's like the script of Verticle Limit motherfucker, I'm getting to the top!
Just play and tune into this music
Have no fear I'll save the day with
This is all from the heart impro no script (yeah)
I'm just about writing it down
So now I don't sleep man I miss those nights
Take planes like trains
live
And now I'm the star for the show
Feels like I'm halfway through the scene
And I never read that script,
Rehearsed the lines or read my bit
shouldn't be this hard
I've seen it on Dr Phil, I know all about it
And no I'm not mad, I just don't wanna play
I know the script and I hate that game
scripts to a-you-t-o-matic
Think about the words of those who want static
Leave 'em lyin' limp in clean free sheets
Long beach, coroner, cling free
a friend or colleague, tell me what was it?
You flipped your script when you got your bullshit budget
You went gold and can't speak no more
Fuck you, your
want...
[Afu-Ra]
Sound Bombing number one right, hate blow it like it's dynamite
Destined too keep ya molecules shakin right
Flippin my script as if I
your lower back and gonads
The only way your rhymes would be the shit
You need to read a script on playin' gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick
some kneel before a sista
Had to break your backside for underestimatin'
II Tru playas on this rap vibe
With skills they be flippin' the script
Small Soldiers, action figures in motion pictures
You read off scripts, and for the feds gave tips
Icebergs sank ships, Shades load up clips
Cock back
skip
I can put weed to my lips
I can pop E and take trips
I can flip scripts
Smack all the girls on they hips
Dress like a blood and yell, CRIP!
Steal
their bodies
With sacred oils
Depart your knowledge
From the sacred, scripts
Command
Your darkened
Battalions of
Messenger, demons
Hear me,
Come on now you have to admit
We couldn't have written a better script
What a great story to tell our kids
Hey, hey, hey tell me can you feel it
bottles of Cris'
Diamonds and whips
Tell the men that she sleepin' with to call her a bitch
I got jealous so I flipped, and I read her a script
Psalms
You want to see the blue print rip
You want to see flames burning up the script
Youw ant to see the words you wrote
Return to the pen, to the arm,
the script
hear the hit, and that must've been it
I'm in it to win it, don't be P.O.in' on me
Rollin' through this madness all lonely
Niggas is actin'
analyst
Antagonist with scripts, be from the Bricks perfect
There's no denying that you're spying -- trying to see the graph
but you're knowing that can't
that we deliver
Giver of a script to play it like Frank Gifford
Fools with no tools get dealt with from the belt tip
Who else is higher from the first
kind of shit is these pigs gettin with?
I was flippin script, but gotta admit I was shittin bricks
Hit the pavement as a bullet struck the wall beside
I should live in a cow's udder
If a nigga bit my script, he'd get a mouth full of butter
Hit the spot like an ice cold Coke and what I spoke
choked
thick, we split you off, ripped
Nigga, go in your pockets, and I take your chips
Bitch, I flip the script, or straight dip
Steady mobbin' to the next
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