Lyrics:
to work
I must to bust two nuts back to bay
Never seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She
We must steer our course through the cavalcade
Rambling winding paths with feet of clay
Thoughts, reflections pitched and swayed
by the waves
know me and she on me
Steady askin' like, "Can you take me home?"
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've
the average MC tryna battle me
Tragedy is a must as I crush NYC
Lately I been on some crazy shit
Imagine this
To make it until you die until you out of it
behind, it said
"You turned off David Letterman, now you must die!"
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was
Broke outside in my drawers and screamed, So
Hail Satan
Hail Lilith
Hail Samael
Hail Tiamat Leviathan
We are our mothers children
Enslaved by stars above
We are the whores children
And we must
the tide
Isolating inside of the hive
Ready to die, in hell I arrive
Leave nothing behind, but empty Backwoods packs
Raised by the last wolfpack
Young
You sell your soul like you sell a piece of ass
Slave to the dead white leaders on paper
Welfare cases, rapists and hoes
All reinforced by your TV
They say we N-I Double G-E-R
We are much more
Still we choose to ignore
The obvious
Man this history don't acknowledge us
We was scholars long
In your heart, prejudice In your head a fucking cop. Racism is all too real race, is fucking not! This construct, must die. The cause of so much
me when you eat and drink.
I must be mad thinking I'll be remembered.
Yes, I must be out of my head.
Look at your blank faces. My name will mean
splitting tickets on the TTC
You know I stay with S-L-I-M-E's
My whole city beefin', mad cow disease
Play with us, you must wanna D-I-E
Lately, all these
forgotten
I hope my homies calming down my momma, Lord
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the flowers never die, the angels never lie
Yeah,
When kissed by the sword of Vengeance
Your head lays there by your side
I take the lives of all that I once knew
The torn flesh of a slow death waits
I have tried for this many have die for this
You see it and you hear it and you loving it
Now you buying this always keep your head look
Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
And choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be loved by some
And I'm the one
Ya want to come, bring your shotgun
You ever see your partner die?
No? Well I have!
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
of the crop
Suckers callin' the cops but they can come and get dropped
Stop, think of the past the brothers that die for
Sucker to try for never to cry more
from the cold,
Lord, Lord, look away.
I've seen history, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up high;
They can tear me down, down, down,
But
to the circus,
The greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads
While I'm slayin' must explain, a sucker is the lame
Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin'
Cause with a partner like E Double don't come
breaks the surface
(Yet you say you believe)
We lay our heads down
For something empty
(We must be the enemy)
My words may cut like daggers
But I
degenerate's head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victim
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