Lyrics:
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama
form of pain
I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
To the point where
It's the unity wi bring
Reggae music wi a sing
Sweet Reggae music
Like the world is changing
Ting a ling a ling a ling!
Sweet reggae music
Reggae bus
a magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before
form of pain
I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
To the point where
The pain in your eyes is like a blindfold
So take it off so the light can shine through
It's Jīmmy
When time frames pass by me
I say look at how it changed
world, shit's real dog
I don't care what you don't feel dog
People countin' on me like chip stacks
And a matter of fact I got bills dog
Doin' B-I,
on us, a world damaged by ergonomics, together, people linked by arms Taken up in response to a need to conquer
I stay flying over bullshit, like a ghost
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
on top of the world, fuck all these girls
I prefer momma to play with my curls
I can tell all of you rappers ain't thorough
Head hit the pillow and boom
But it wasn't raining, she expecting a baby
If you don't get it it's gon register by end of may
Or maybe end of April
The world gone need some
falconet
World's smallest bird of prey
Giraffe's neck may be long
But only seven vertebrae
That's the same as you
Would find in anybody, you or me
But can
Aesop Rock
Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills, guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills hollring 'no I don't immediately
I got a brother with the same blood flowing through his veins
Never met him to this day but we share each others pain
Now lately I feel lost in what
go Robbin as choice against spending
Yet even I am still struggling with all of my sinning
I'm doing good in the world without tickets
Mastered
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
no money
Shit is crazy
NVR
Realist shit I ever wrote
Need my bread freaky fast but I ain't Jimmy John's
Trying stay a float but man I ain't Pennywise
know pain
I'm worse than tony Montana
Don't fuck up my zen
Or get it by the rain
I had to sell my patek
I bought a home instead
Ya fall for
going on
yeah what's going on
Ah what's goign on
Ja Rule
What's going on in a world filled with pain
Where's the love for which we pray
What's going
to act right
I smash right, bust a left, there's nothing left to go pass by
Shit last night you hit the hash pipe wit a half track and tried to act like
It
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
You are now listening to bar code
Curated by Darth Bills featuring artists from across the world!
Never been a fake chain flexer
She don't call me
eight figures
Make I just dey flenjo, make I dey demo
With my Kalakuta Queen by my side
Riding through NYC in the night
Singing sweetness into life
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