Lyrics:
a million better have a mill' to spend
Greenbacks, Euros, Swiss Francs or Yen
You could be a genius but you won't get far
If your face is better by
be riding through their era
Everytime they play its like a time machine
They bout to play me through the speaker
Ill be riding up and down their
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
these be
Attitudes not allowed to flourish
Hindered by hatred towards those malnourished
While you make claims of humanity's laziness
Saying: if everyone
of sanity yeah
And my contentious integrity
Dust it settles, where will I be
When the dust settles, who will I be
Since I've created, this machine
Delite, Daddy-O and the D.B.C.
Frukwan, and Paul and the Mix Machine
And I won't fret, if you take it as a threat
But if you can't say it all!!!
[All]
Just
relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
even madder when I found out this wasn't the first
Used to hang by ya side like a fucking purse
It's to hard to digest now everyday my stomach hurts
I
We are the mean green machine
We are the mighty green machine
We are the boys from the Linwood Keas
Yeah, Yeah We always winning
Yeah, Yeah We always
vibes steady we no fit dull
We no fear nothing atall
Cos these challenges them be bread for us
Na steady we de shew them like a chewing gum
Not by power
The same routine
We keep on falling back into the same routine
Affecting my ability to think
Cuz all the focus placed on being a machine now these
Yeah, bling bling, money machine
50's under my pillow to have these dreams
Do it ditty
(?)
Like sex dice
Pretty price
Living (?)
(?)
Gangs
or 26s
And I didn't have to be forever surrounded by a million bitches
No matter how bad my life was
I still got love no matter how mad my wife was
I
that we're not built to be alone inside
I guess the gift of growing old is you start to see the patterns
The propaganda spin machines that prop up men
hitting low passes with the ones by the fire
We aspire to break doors and break norms, new automation make us grab ‘em by the horns
Down with the machine
ray?
Artilleryman: The Martians. They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made, massive metal things on legs. Giant machines that walked.
Time machine, let me into the future
Ready to forget the past
Long ago only leads to today
Soon we'll find we don't know what love is
Long after
I've been raised by Marie Chanel
No cologne, no Boss Chanel
Two paths, be a boss or in jail
Soft 8, now I gotta cell
Nokia 3000 a brick
Idolise
don't forget to pray
Ah Yeah, I fit descriptions in the scripture
The violent taketh it by force
So in my visions I'm just vicious
I'm wearing all white,
forget don’t you forget
These bitches be asking if I can come by
Don’t you forget that I still know the game
Don’t you forget that my loving can change
forget what I have seen
Shaking I'm back to my feet and I'm running
Delved into midnight and my heart rate plummeting
Obstructed by obscure remorseless
suck and swallow
Wow wow I'm way off track
This was supposed to be a track about attacking anything that life
Throws at you but I got distracted by
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
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