Lyrics:
I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your
5. Benelli M4
Produced by Saint Yowzha
Written by Saint Yowzha
Mixed And Mastered by Oz the Oddz
(Verse)
Ni metafor like Benelli M4
Semi automatic
will kill you they will dissect your anatomy in hell
Assault Battery, my batteries are recharged
I'll kill your whole fucking album, with three bars
ain't it?
Let's go
Turn the music up in the headphones
Yeah, that's perfect
You gotta take your time make a nigga wait on this motherfucker
Make
and lime
Why she all up in mine? I'm Tech N9ne
And gettin' mo' checks, my life is so jet
I got a Mercedes Benz I ain't drove yet
(?) your (?) filet (?)
lose your mind
Chorus
Baby you can run
But you know you can't hide
Are you a saint
Or a sinner inside
I will take you by your soul
Make you lose
don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
Album version continues below
Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
Feeling like why she want to fight and make it right damn bitch
Rolling down 90 man
Trying to live the righteous way but I ain't saint
She said that she
to help you find
Your meaning in life, your feelings are tied
Bound by fate we wander away from the fight
We get poisoned and we slowly suffocate
We were
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
do what I want, and you can't
I never been dumb, I'm as smart as you think
hang with the devil protected by saints
swear these niggas capped out
If I
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
People love to say that your different ya know
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know
Wasn't like this growing up they wasn't picking
Light a match in my soul, they tryna bring the rain
Any bridge that I burned always lit the way
I shoot the truth then watch it ricochet, y'all just
excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it's definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going
nails
I'm the one who spits fire every time I raise hell
See y'all complainin' when one of your records ain't sell
Funny, 'cause none of shit ever sold
go, Full Metal Jackit, here we go
Ayo, dipset, dipset, nah Freddie rips sets
Snatch jewels off your neck
Leave your clique wet
Y'all flow drive but my
wrong
"Hop I lost respect for you
I'm pissed and you just lost a fan
All you do is diss
I'll never bump your album "Raw" again"
If what I say gets on your
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
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