Lyrics:
Get over here like Kombat
More tools is what I need in war
Stay on point and that
Roadblock, traffic, leave a gap
In front of the whip, in case man
Yourself By Means Of Us
There's No Quote Unquote
You're Creating This Note
All Your Experiences
Derived From Your Senses
The Tool Of Art Can Only Take You
Rising into the air becoming one with the luminous sky
Discovering worlds that lie beyond
Escaping the cage created by mundane minds
The tiresome
cane back
Yes we've been endorsed by four horsemen of course awesome
Never lost to first caution I floss often
like I'm Mark Boss I'm cautious
on the fronto, in my mind I'm OJ in that bronco
The spot is scarce bitches was there till you brought the tools in here
I get that, before you know they airing
in the night
And shifts the palest grey to endless black
Paranoia's like a burning fuse
Yet it's the only tool we want to use
A revocation
a complete tool And you're never happier than when making me a fool
Do I always have to subject to your ridicule
The hue and cry, that's no lie, it ain't so
Keeping ourselves in motion
You could prosper
Use your noggin
It's built with infinite power
You could conquer self-esteem if you growing strong by
you'll know
By my footprints in the snow
Mama says where'd you go
Daddy says where'd you go
Baby says don't you go
She says
Rules are rules
Made
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
and mad at the world
Could be a criminal with hot hands and nines in his grip
Not blamin' pitiful cats for the lame excuse for the packin' of tools
Open you
an extension to a mattress
Never reach a goal by pulling others down
Royalty is much more than a throne and a crown
Your knees should be hurt from praying
knocks me over in the corridor
Never says hello like I'm a foreigner
He's a fuckin tool we call him Tooly Mcdouche
Sits on his throne and dreams of who
Reeboks, rewind, 'Round the Twist
Roces skates were the ting as a kid
So Solid Crew, Sega snares
Saved By The Bell, yeah, that's enough said
Top
fat rat
Haven't grown since birth
A stillborn to death
[Chorus]
I manipulate the fools
Using people as my tools
Built my defense and disguise
By mixing
the product while you make the rules
So go play another motherfucker for a fool
See I'm trying to drop news
So everybody else don't get fucked by these tools
Hate, so, for real, who is who?
Kill me or move
I don't chill and when I do
I feel a tooth of some bitch's grill on my tool
And she's getting
is all night
All night
This city's a trap, my partner
Under the lights of they choppers
Bodies tools for they coffers
Not worth the cost of our
same and smooth
The tools have now become too blunt
To break any of the rules
Post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
Drawing pixelated lines
alibi
I'm not sayin' that they should be flawless
I'm telling you the world is lawless
Because we got young knuckleheads power tripping with they tools
styled
Self came
We march in converse
Own tools
My joints hold steady
Chucks laced ready
I travel by kite, travel
Touchdown
I make my own luck now
At the same time I can have the tool, that's the microphone the utensil
While I come through the Southside, everybody say man that boy's instrumental
Better
Raped by the dead, bent over at the grave,
I attack from behind, and you drop your precious roses.
Your warmth rouses me, the hunger burns within
I play the game by your rules
Because I know you've got the tools
I'm not crying
You watch my steps
My every move
Because you're looking for
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