Search results for 'way it ends by prototype'

Sucker boy tried to take it from me
Motherfuckers can't stop the money
What you niggas really want is the prototype flow so you can say you wrote it

,
except for a few people, and the things are,
the grosvenor square marches in london.
The end product of it was just newspaper stories about
riots

I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

A prototype emerges in complexity

Yet in order to create, one must destroy

"Your evolution paved way for revision
Gave birth to new ethers, a new hope
While

There he goes
One of God's own prototypes
A high powered mutant of some kind
Never even considered for mass production
Too weird to live
And too rare

dynamite 
Phone on blow up, yea she got that prototype 
Need yo number, like you caller number 9 yea, stay on the line, yea
Tryna make you mine by the end

a few things

Went through the mud 
cnd came through that shit clean 

When you end up on top 
It's a beautiful thing 

Nigga I'm fine

If they ask how

I'm ridin' with my guys
Switch on the nine like I'm tryna whoop my child
The harder way like Penny, tryna make my mama proud
They blinded by the flair,

Retribution isn‘t made
With the sound of a fucking grenade
They are killing; shots, gunfire
That’s religion of the dead
We have a prototype to end

know it though by the way that she treat me fried chicken & collard greens soul food is what she feeds me all she want is a glass of wine, a blunt,

and sex can go a long way all work and no play make a hell of a long day

Listen to to me me and realize it’s all game don’t listen to your friends all them

I'm choking a tad 'till the face is all purple like it's Lyft
Rodrigo the way that they stepping
They rocking the boots and the purple like it's Liv
I'm

social life 

A little liquor and sex can go a long way all work and no play make a hell of a long day

Listen to to me me and realize it’s all game don’t

This is war we've been here before
Foot on the gas, you told me the floor it
Told you to pour it I want more of it
I want more

He's the prototype for

To me you're sorta like yogurt ice
No prototype don't quote my price
And know when this composer writes
I want it all to own
Like bitch I know my rights

to my face
I hope this song set's It straight that I am a rhymer and I mean business
I am inspired by lyricists and my pen game proves it
I am talking

the deep end, that's freestyle
Mute it, say less, never more like Edgar Allen Poe
Just fell short but still I rise like Maya Angelou
I stay lit, yo, dontcha

I'm exhausted
To be honest this shit happens Way too often
I don't really get it but I'm Running outta options
Started mixing liquor with my Scripts

to my face
I Hope This Song Set's It Straight That I Am A Rhymer and I mean business
I Am Inspired By lyricists and my Pen Game proves it
I Am talking

'Nother day fade away and I feel okay
Devil eyes hypnotized by heaven's gate
Love to talk a lot if I can demonstrate
Makin' sure I'm up at the end

perpetuation
A prototype emerges in complexity

Yet in order to create, one must destroy

"Your evolution paved way for revision
Gave birth to new ethers, a new

flight
Every moment I flashback
Rewind
It just ends up
Another day to just fade
My eyes
Alone to get high
Just get by
Cause ain't no love in my city

Fatal

RZA

Blade Trinity [Clean]

2004

pen, 
It seems I've been asleep for a thousand years, 
The way my world has changed it brings me a thousand tears, 
Prince of darkness, they walk