Lyrics:
by RADIOHEAD
"We Suck Young Blood" by RADIOHEAD
"Where I End and You Begin" by RADIOHEAD
"A Punchup at a Wedding" by RADIOHEAD
"Idioteque" by RADIOHEAD
tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to the D, don't hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great,
at your service
None other than, the Fifth government playin' the cut again
Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again
Yo, hard times and sufferin'
with your maker?/ bitch get the fuck up out of here/ you're nothing but a faker
Chorus: 2x) You say im young blood/ but i kill just as good as you/
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
My pupils are not students
They dilate but they never learn
Each time we roll up the dollar bill
We suffocate the President
Each time we roll up
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
why is sons fighting for the stripe
As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
calling
I'm cottonmouth
Money is power, yours is ours
Lay with a snitch, die with a coward
Hope we get rich, hope we can tower
Over the city with
You
mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
GALAHAD: Is there someone else up there we could talk to?
GUARD: No, now go away or I
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type
That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is
and falls backwards off her straw. She's up
again in a flash, looking guardedly at them. She is a ratbag.
Mandy: Who are you?
Wise Man 1: We are
time left (ugh)
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
I'm the shit, turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I do some
love but even
The haters got God bodied time
We gon' turn Cassidy's mic up can
You hear Cassidy when he rappin'?
Yeah!
Alright, turn his mic up so
He
, we all know the season
All I want is cash and coke
Got the tape, rope and brand new O
If they looking like they wanna buck
Hit em up cause no getting
, we all know the season
All I want is cash and coke
Got the tape, rope and brand new O
If they looking like they wanna buck
Hit em up cause no getting
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
days left but we're down to no
August that shit droppin you know where to go
Your record store to pick up that heat
Pay ya cash, sell pics of ya feet
Stop assuming I live in your time zone
Jet lag is my reality
The road is my home, I roam
Your downfall is you should probably get out more
I been
up and we've only begun
Cause, I'm not prepared to share the bread with fakers
If I'm not dead that's read you need a baker
My blood is red and that's
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I'm single-handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass 'em the Tony,
Everything is temporary, be sure to face your fears
No one really knows why the fuck we're even here
Causing trouble on the playground in the first grade
With
the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant
On time with it when
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
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