Lyrics:
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency
Cause I'll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees
So
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
sadistic, ain't he?
Right on q I'm right on q
I'm psycho true though the light shows, too
Like yellow red or green when the white goes through
(I'm LMNO)I'm
to cash out on a simple advance
They see me cook up in the kitchen
Fieri, I fractured my wrist with the pan
I poured up the red feeling Trippie
I gave her
at Q and his prophets
I just be lookin at you as a goddess
I know my momma said to be cautious
Feelings is deadly they creep in the back of you noggin
of barbed wire
Paint these city walls with brushstrokes so demure
You were calling my name
And your words remain forever and endured
Written in red
Written
shit through the mail, yeah
Break it down on the scale, whoa
I put my life on wax, whoa
Q just got a new pack, whoa
I only count by the racks, whoa
I
they were written in cursive
I have no opposition to putting artist in hearses
Murmur murder these niggas
Why his rhymes so coercive
We are tune.AMi,
And the right place to be,
But if I try to now succeed,
'Cause there's no song without a beat,
Heavily mixing with a treat,
Carefully written by the poets,
done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
Laying down on the lawn; counting stars as you yawn
While the world gets written by a great big red pen
Is life written by a great big red pen
The whole
In bright red ink just so I don't forget
This one's for the churches that litter the land
That baptise with benzene and evangelize with sand
There's
in fear
Faith, of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait, something must be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here
and time
And it'll be a matter of minutes before orbitin graceful lines
Search your place and find, Q-Unique way up, now first in line
Words written will
Rhyming in my red and black
I never delay, what I spray
Everyday, shii can I get a way back
Far away, Far away, Far
Lord can I get away
Way back, way back
done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
Check this out, Cool DJ Red Alert
With my man, Q-Tip
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted
said
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just
I'm ahead of your crew
Proves every reason in this world that I'm just better than you
I went to Q's and recorded in his house to Gallco
We 'bout
said
I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just
your name written in the book of life?
In the book of life yuh
Is ya name written in the book of life?
In the book of life yea
Is ya name written in
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