Lyrics:
They say, oh my God I see the way you shine
Take your hand, my dear, and place them both in mine
You know you stopped me dead while I was passing by
got one chance left
In a nine live cat
I got a dog eat dog sly smile
I got a molotov cocktail with a match to go
I smoke my cigarette with style
clocked by the cops, ya know
You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
You say I'm no slave
ounce with him
G's up, hoes down, I got Santa Claus high as shit
Chorus:
Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog.
Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog.
intense
Area's dense with the flow from the sentence
Engine powered by five hundred horses
Press by a threat of joint forces
For emcee's who spit
[Sample from "Snatch"]
"Do you know what 'nemesis' means?
A righteous infliction of retribution
Manifested by an appropriate agent....
Personified in
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
clocked by the cops, ya know
You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
You say I'm no slave
Simply make the greatest masterpiece ever
Conceived by human students
Once I am convinced that the
Kismet inside the labor
Is already incredible I might
to catch the feeble child weeble wobble style evil subject
Too deadly ready to wreck, anyone in my way
I am what is know as the expandable specimen
not
Rhyme styles monstrosities; fools never stoppin' me.
I swat MC's quite easily, Dunn.
Imitate styles; most complain you can't begin to express.
Elevate
There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter
Inflicted bitch styles in a cave with stigmata
We're locked in a box but you can't say
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
is I'm born to hate you
Now let's get it gritty
I'll doggy style while you watching "sex and the city"
My palms on your titties
I'll bomb yo'
the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe
from me but hot lead
You know my style, fagot, 'cause I'm always scheming
In Jail, niggas holdin' a sink, screaming
Police! But you got no peace
Yo,
Hello, Mister Holland
And Rosie may come out and play
She's a good girl now
Won't be no trouble, no how
By the way, Mister Holland
I like
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
I find myself just this way
My body keeps on moving
But my style gets in my way
Find out just how tall I am
By jumping in the middle of a river
thank you Genius
Operation: Project English
Commander-n-chief of flight style, check the aircraft
Glide like the frisbee, Digi look Disney
To check
Because I'm dreamin' about fuckin' her doggy style
So I'm thinkin' 'bout some hits that I can slip her
Fuck it, I'll just pull down her zipper
Feelin'
Take two hours and call me back with a new style
[and show me you're prepared for the final frontier]
We're here [the show is over]
The final
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