Lyrics:
and when your album drop we'll remember
And to all the Arab governments all yall pretenders
Kings only by title just a puppet
Words without action we ain't
Then paid my BM off like I had child support
I only wanna own it don't do leasing or renting
Maturing by the day I want peace and affection
Preach like
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
in the hummers
Cause I know them boys be some chiefing last summer
Buffet fire is my drink, and I drinks it daily
So I buys it by the truck load, so I
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
to play
I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay
Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin'
I add your colon to my
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
to the second episode of my evolutionary process
The Matrix Life aka Tml is an album that expresses the bridge from my old self to my new self
To become who I
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
second album
A lit fuse, well that makes two
Clipping heads like a hairdresser
That's lewd
My rhymes taste like a hearty soup
Wholeheartedly no excuse
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
what I've been doing, stashed away inside the studio
Seven songs a day, I could make an album inside a week
Show me someone else who can do that
Without
was a voice for myself
7 years go by and now I hate what I became
Knowing that I can't make a song without exploiting myself
If I gave it up I'll be
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
the moments were hanging together
Creating an album uuhmumina FUCK
Memories were gonna share
Having faults just like everyone else
My lucky sevens, no comparing
many Poppin pills the fam gone lose y'all any second (aye)
Bitch call me in the AM she wanna fuck me off the honey
I been tryna hit this bitch for so
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
(Chorus)
7 Deadly Sins,Hate,Angry Mother Fucking,Wraith
Pocket Comments,Sick,I Vomit
Destroying Ears,You Dinosours
I’m Comet
Dropping New Album,Shits Hot
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
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