Lyrics:
Direct mo mekii spoiti
Mi ne tak tak mi action e tak
Skining out yo pussy cat meow meow tek sang
Want dis ano lolo bal ma nah Baikal
Real Rasta don't let
I should grab a hundred content
Creators from near and far
Put 'em on a track
Call it a "Rap Battle Royale" in fact
I'm actually going to go and do
I got my life back
So I school the fools about the fast track
I get static from the style of my technique
Profanity, the blatant way in which I
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
racks on racks I hate my paycheck barely pay my rent
I ran the track I put my song on replay now I cash my cents
I'm running back it's a relay pass yo
was a, newcomer, turned out by Vera Wang
GiGi Hana, mesmerized by my slang
I pop my collar one time (one time)
Got control of yo' mind (mind)
Never
back, stay back, I'm in the Maybach
This ain't James Brown
But it's the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies
Hanging
just got to stay grinding
Hommie Hommie am gonna get mine!!
I Got this Popos at my back
And Nighas by my side yeah!
Every time I smoke got to take
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
forever embedded inside
[Chorus:]
What, ugh, yo, yeah come on, yeah yeah
By my nigga El Da Sensei, Mike Zoot, ynah I'msayin?
Okay, F.T., guess
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
cause money got tall
They know B.U.G serving he getting that shit off
Bitch I stay on the paper route Feelin like dolph
We might knock off yo mans now
by you bitches like pelicans
Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan
Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin
we soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there
An-to-ni-o, stay santikos
Waste man waste man, dead man necros (Dead dead)
Same way milk white we shoot on sight
Creampie yo wife (Huh)
And yo wife, wife
Don't
blinded by my passion and fury
Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry
You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me truly effective
And bling shit
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole tank [A screech of some kind]
I've
the track, get the C.R.E.A.M., same story, yo
Trick that on Armani Emporium
It's more important, though
Yes sir
My aura is orchestral, but way fresher
Cause I
that shoot at yo face
Fuck nigga stay
We got extensions that shoot at yo bae
Do the dash and we spray
Leave em in corpses
My gang get to clapping
We
dont talk
about it I did it ima show you how a real nigga move hold yo own and stay strong if the funk
come then its on bad bitches all in my phone ima
git em
fuck who came wit em
Nigga stay in yo place
I dont know who sprayin tha mase
But I betcha motherfuckers betta move
'fore I get in tha mood
What's the remedy
Henessy coke
If you cut all yo money you still be half broke
Ashes to ashes
Smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get
intentions
Like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate
When life hands you lemons it's time to eliminate
More sour than lemonade, anyways
Different days,
of your mind
'cause I stay on track, like transit line
Keep it nappy or braided up
Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up
Stop frontin' when you made it up
Yo, word up
I'm bout to rep my motherfuckin hood
This is my hood, nigga
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world
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