Lyrics:
at first sight
Hustle in the air inspired by the city lights
Blessed to meet real ones, kind ain't need to shield from
Mark been my right hand, since 09 my
the odds
I'm a rap maestro, the rap demigod
I'll keep pushing forward, no matter what they say
I'll make my mark, in my own special way
So let the world hear
made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round
killing brothers
No restraints
Home of the Holley-wood
Demons casting
Witches in the open
No masking
Spells in the music
Who's asking
Hypnotized by
That a mark will only mimic
I should be placed inside
An insane asylum clinic
Or whatever the fuck
That is until i learn my limits
I got bars enough
The Fat Bastard
Naughty By Nature and all the
Real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin’!
(Outlaw Immortal will never
I will leave you all in my wake
Rise from the ashes born with purpose
Fly like a phoenix, soar into the skies
Humanity will tremble at the sound
of London Town.
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town
they do nowadays
We should all have been so lucky
By spring she'd had the run of the free born men
Ruby turned 50 in a sheep camp tent
Her body
for setting a mark
Cause the rage and discontent had grown
Hellbound, poisoned souls, in pain they'll burn, no return
Mankind will never learn,
themselves with fig leaves in the garden of Eden.
They tried covering themselves because in Sin that's what we do.
We miss the mark of God and then exclude God
this
Talking and voices are familier to me
At a distince but as
They become closer they grow in
Clarity speakin about buring me
With my headstone to mark
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will
the nigga in me accompanied by the cognac
You can ask around, don't fuck with the Mobb
I could've told you that, where you been at
You must have cut class
If
your rig, you ride so cool, like a singer in a club on a bar stool
In the row where we threw seeds in the spring brand new
If not you, who will pick
But I got the plans
Walk in
The club and
I’m throwing
Some bands
Niggas want war
We ain’t throwin
No hands
I don’t give a fuck
Bout who is
quite like me
Isn't that Presumably
What it is they say you're looking for
Ballad singer with a guitar
Okay so guitar was the part I got wrong
bitch, you know what I'm saying
Keep your mouth closed in this bitch, you know what I'm saying
Cuz we will step on your shit
Yea yea
Yessir that's hard
praying he's alive then
As she gets there, Jaden's crying in the street
Police are trying to stop him but he's blinded by his grief
And while Jaden
be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
I can
So cool, so high?
Only believers in death will die
[Chorus]
Cooler than cool
Higher than high
Colder than cold
Death will die
When we're
for six days straight (gross)
And still all these bitches will get in position
'Cause I got their pussies all drippin' in paint (woo)
Somehow, I'm
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
hand
They wanna hop on my wave (Yeah!)
Doping her man in a cave (Alright)
We never forgot just forgave (Straight up)
My legacy I will engrave
Popping
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