Lyrics:
the roadster
He gettin closer to death, Rico's got a hold on your breath
Your going straight to Hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh
You was close
cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Okie dokie, alky keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
up might be my type
First thing ya gotta know
From Arline right to Marlow
Women drivers are my foes
Light is green bitch that means go!
Back at my
money is more like the lingo
Like where can I reach, I'm moving my records like kilos
And the boys are getting they bucks
And I should be going like
to hit reset knee deep in debt
Trying to figure how to feed a mouth that ain't got teeth yet
How the hell am I gonna show a child to be a man
When I'm
waste paper and ink?, It could be used for other things
Secret plans of world domination terminated and foiled
Mass turmoil as millionaire's pants are
that its me verse you and vice versa
Divine presence imminent here to lift the curses
That were placed on us by sick oppressors
What the hell do you
going
I'm going to refuse, and no I'm not joking
I wanna know what gets all of you defensive
You get mad at all my lyrics saying they are offensive
How
I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand?
'Cause in the streets, I'm well known
I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand?
'Cause in the streets, I'm well known
Let us settle in for the betterment of this hell I'm in
Hell has got me these chains are locked
Create my image, imagine me something that I'm not
This
with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties, it
the winner is
I will murder you
I'm the Rap Prof. You better know me
Look at the cadavers of beats before me
Still you are trying to test me
Things will get
strike at any time
And then it's over, as soon as I bust a rhyme
You are silenced wonderin, "What's going on? "
And then I chill, until the break
on fire like Richard Pryor
I'm on a roll like Michelin Tires
Spitting physics and science in ma lyrics and rhymes
I'm rocking it like David and Goliath
of David on the grill
And the has-been proudly adorned with the color pink
Bring on your G's, your Q's, your are's and your Alphas
It is time - Shalom!
Woah
Lyrics from my soul
I'll be here forever like a belly button on your roll
Get told
Thought I was grown
Only thing thats
Grown is the cone piece
know how to deal with it
Putting records out they telling me they feeling it
But are the real with it?
Or they just saying what they think they gotta say
[featuring Jon Oliva as "the voice of 'God'"]
[Music : Wunderlich, Doernberg / Lyrics : Doernberg]
Lucifer flew one stormy night
from hell below
a gypsy never sure where he's going next
Superficial friends, and girls with glazed over eyes
It's a good time, but just for the night
Then off he'll go
Why'all coward niggaz make a nigga like me laugh,
What the fuck? yea, yea... chargin why'all niggaz
Yea, yea... behold the only thing greater than
y'all coward niggaz make a nigga like me laugh,
what the fuck? yea, yea.. chargin y'all niggaz
yea, yea.. behold the only thing greater than
end's your life
The walls are closing in
What are you going to do?
You're gonna need an army
When I come looking for you
You're gonna need a gat
You're
Waking up in a place where you are safe from me
You're so pretty when you're fading away from me
Quick to judge those hours that you spent in bed
I
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