Lyrics:
contusions ear to ear
For Africa maxima, I'm a drive you out of here
Mr. 1/16th, born to kill your self esteem
Born from part devil, part cracker from
cannot wait forever
Darling, just start the chase
I'll let you win
But you must make the endeavor
Oh, your love give me a heart contusion
Adagio
around us we feel
The twisted contusions of hatred will finally reveal
Enforcer, master of nations revealed
Enforcer, the beams from his soul you will
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry
Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my
around us we feel
The twisted contusions of hatred will finally reveal
Enforcer
Master of nations revealed
Enforcer
The beams from his soul you will
contusions
And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing
They want to shut us down, and I say, "Shut up clown!"
Cause New York is too corrupt and too
Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic
confusion, while I'm givin rappers contusions
And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing
the right
To throw signs wearing only one color scheme
And being positive is no exclusion
That's an illusion, you can still catch contusions
For flossing
Transfusion transfusion
I'm just a solid mess of contusions
Never never never gonna speed again
Slip the blood to me Bud
I jump in my rod about a quarter
at night
And tell my Pops' I gotta' take advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion type
A cat to smack a mic
The pizza face is pepperoni, carbuncle, and caper
I'm bunions and contusions, bumps lumps and bruises
Discoloring and other things I can't reach with
why'all, but this about Southern shit.
Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, bitch?
We givin' 'em brain contusions...
Pimp see, what's the conclusion?
callin' out, I'm tired as fuck and I'm noddin' off
Surrounded by narcissists, my noose is movin' through the contusions
They see my hue and they wanna do
for the ear
Excuse me, y'all but this about Southern shit
Now, tell me can you, feel this, bitch?
We givin' 'em brain contusions
Pimp C, what's
an appeal
She holds herself for ransom
She holds me to the flame
And I suffer contusions to my brain
Arm in arm and hand in hand
First we fall and then we
a revolution
But he's done with all the parties, he's covered in contusions
Your life leaves life lines, your rug leaves bright bruises
She said she was
a revolution
But he's done with all the parties, he's covered in contusions
Your life leaves life lines, your rug leaves bright bruises
She said she was
stimulation
I'm leaving gaping contusions caused by lyrical abrasion
No pausing, no waiting
I play the plus and starting to get in, shining like the sun
sensing the bottom and the end one only
Looks for a way out back to the first place
What a place what a race what a contusion of
Obfuscation
so real
And at the same time illusion
I thought this was a dream somebody check me for contusions
Working these little clubs for minimum of the buzz
the style I'm usin
I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions
Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores
Ripped spleens,
the style I'm usin
I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions
Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores
Ripped spleens,
on the roof of my mouth
I'm gonna bark the words
On the roof of my mouth
Tickling with contusions
Paper bag masks hiding infantile music
No pictures,
Amputated contusion
Help yourself to a slice...
Contamination...
Strangulation...
Mutilation...
Gangrenous abscesses
Paralysis sets in
More carnage
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