Lyrics:
a sleeve
God's drowned in a bowl of cereal, I have to ask you to leave
Roll up your expectations, and feed them into my sleep
I'll ask the master cylinder
the master cylinder what kind of cookies he eats
And I'm never gonna tell you why
Sometimes my soul just moves so slow
Like a dream of diesel heart that
tell you
motherfuckers to pump yo' brakes check ya fluid in ya
master cylinder. 'Cause you might fuck around & run up
against some shit you ain't even
stars
The master cylinder is tuning in and tuning up
My ways have changed
My days are strange
My head is full of questions and answers
The riddle of life
the river
But my cars' broke down it's the slave or master cylinder
So she clears on out
There ain't no stopping her now
And she was running on empty
we get it
No cameras when we cannon them niggas
You slimy, them Lannister niggas
We gon' banish them niggas
I'm sicker buss di cylinder
No cameras when
Dollars revolve in a cylinder
I just wanna get the bag up
I just wanna get the cash up
I just wanna get the stash up
All I wanna do is stack up
I
at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip
Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill
Spark the L, "What up Doc?" What the deal?
Clock the squeal, the MC overkill
Certified cylinders
See the life after
Could be parallel to the life that you're living
And if thats the truth then in this life after
Slave remains slave
And the master
experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in
We dey give shoot
I don’t miss that
(Miss that miss that miss that)
I be giver
Ask your sister
(Ask her, she knows)
I be singer
Choir Master
All these Niggas is do talk tough
I need to see your papers
Run them numbers
I'm count vlad
Collecting toes tags
Yo bitch call me Master
You a slave
concealing harm in love
I WILL FEAR NO MAN-For I am a God
I WILL FEAR NO ONE-For I am a God
Crowd-Who is your Master?
Dionysus-I have no Master!
Crowd-Who
turned true
I've come to expect my expectations aren't true
But I'm a master of believing my lies
And you can't break me, and I can break at the speed
united we crawl
It's just good business to keep you sick
What doesn't kill you makes him rich
Your killer, your master
Bow your head and he'll noose your
masters is calling
I beat yo ass to the topic
These kids keep moshing and moshing
They say it's bad for my image
I think this Atl
Steve Austin
Does deserve
the call .. the way to view my life
20 cylinders is more for any .. pipe
fuck every bitch worthy in the east coast twice
call the badders a whore
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
Yessir
That's what she say
I'm feeling like her master
Fluid dribble on the dick
(Her slob game crazy, Dribble refrence as drool and/or handles)
She got it
cylinder and its roarin' baby
Before I put you on this shit, it was foreign baby
Okay they want war baby I'm deployin' then
I could drop a bomb on these
and the spaces between them
Are separate steel cylinders
The biosphere's a fleeting bird
With time winding ever forward
I am with you in the bedraggled streets
really meant for me
Master of my publishing
I own the things I stamp in ink
I keep it raw
Like my words are colored in Salmon pink
My bond is plated gold
Firing on all cylinders, you catching stray shells
Amazing accolades like never before
Y'all reign on my parade, I'm tryina weather the storm
So stop
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