Lyrics:
in the mother fucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?
Unh, come on
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets
in the mother fucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?
Unh, come on
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets
this song all the people having fun
Music is what I'm living for
If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
how to love and give all praises to our maker till the earth fall,
Then mama married a muslim when I was 12 and that transition was the worst y'all,
I
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
how to love and give all praises to our maker till the earth fall,
Then mama married a muslim when I was 12 and that transition was the worst y'all,
I
talking shit
Like Eric and Dylan I sport a black duster
cnd if you ain't family mother fucka I don't trust ya
I seek more than just fame
I want you
mother who was incapacitated
And hypnotized by the care worker
You sent her who took an $800 loan
And I'm not even sure she paid it back
Because my parents
Sucking my dick and my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
Blood bath when I let the fucking rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only
now we gotta lift ourselves up
Get no help from the President, they all racist or prejudice
Forget the rhetoric, pull yourself up by the bootstraps
for the New World Order
Peakafeller, Rockafeller, fuck these mother fuck out
Illuminati
Regarde le ciel
Qu'est-ce tu vois
Juste des chemtrails
There's
Ocha. Océano bandito.
O' Yemaya--mother of women who surf with me
Lavin' in Juniper Breeze with Paleras
Who want to beguile the salt of the Earth with me
Lebanon.
1983 As protesters get into their stride at Greenham
Ronald Reagan promises to make Star Wars a frightening reality
Back on earth the Soviets admit
up by slaves in South Africa
Makes me wonder why motherfuckers like shitty P-Diddy are rapping, huh?
I'm furious!
Why?
Are you curious?
Cause furies
the winds of the poles
Either that or they lack soul spilling red blood for black gold
Human sacrifice, make me wonder bout nine eleven
What they doin' in
the same
I told y'all, bitch can't do it like me
Real boss, real P, know I get it high key
Real mother fucking G, it's just in my psyche
Stone cold blooded
hard so now the journey to Gods begins
From the blood to the greenest of earth
Elemental is my nature and the strength in my verse
And zeroes who remain
6,7 years old I thought I lost it all
How long can you mourn
When a death of a friend that you get the blame for by the kids mother
Yeah I did
like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a least five
Four more what you see you can't tell me
Walked in like the first
eating potential
(I'm convinced) future MC's are sending robots back in time
As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born be warned
You catch
a casket
Pathed the streets of gold
Never did I fold
Nor do I miss the blood I gave
You already killed me
Boogie with the boogie man feel me
I am not afraid
hard so now the journey to Gods begins
From the blood to the greenest of earth
Elemental is my nature and the strength in my verse
And zeroes who remain
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