Lyrics:
head
Reality stemming from the nightmares I dreamt
If this is the end of it
Tell ‘em that I did it with finesse
Superfly like all the time
Like “S”
much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
embrace of death
With a kitchen knife I'm cutting off his face
And I'll wear it like a mask to give his life a taste
Now they all will love me
This is what
short
I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man
bubble with hate
We just get on with it
You brothers are constipated
And your shit is over rated
? you should save it
Getting it in from here
of New Orleanswe call him this:
Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to
The one with the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes
Look at this little n**** man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shorty what's happenin'?
Hey man can you give me a ride home man?
Man it's
down, I stick my head up my dick is
being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look
shot, locked up in the can
Nope, got it poppin' with Cam, up in a drop like sha-bam
But why they knockin' that man, cuz of the rocks on his hand
and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano
All I do is run, and run
I grew up in a world where the kids with a mother and dad looked up to the mandem with guns
And the fact that it's normal
now get your head checked Fool!
I make em' drool, like they never seen a real man
Ladies love cool J, with no tats man!
The body is my temple I'd never
that the veil has been pulled
Yeah, apocalypse is synonymous
With a lot of whats going on and it's
Sad to see how obvious
Their agenda no longer ominous
and get hung by fat shoestrings
Bottle with a hat and a cane like Bruce Wayne
See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane
Me and Shawnie Poo swing, gin
want a sue storm willing to take a beat with Reed
Created something fantastic with our abilities
The thing is we going to flame on regardless the enemies
like my nappy head under my bonnet
Plug ya with lockdown bars hittin' hard like chronic
Shit'll make ya lift off like rockets
Give you that mad energy
me a glimpse of success and ima run with it
Gotta get this off my chest, I'm so done with the
Fakes get me wake, I mean woke, that's ok
No, no, no I
plates, old truths, more K
'Telligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes
Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase
Push weight, this
they began
At the hearth
Where the flame is always brightest
The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave
And it feels even better to come
But all the devastation and tallying loss of life is still ongoing so I’ll put that one aside for a minute
Portugal had recently dealt with deadly
want it, we'll run from it
And if there's a remedy,
We don't need it, we just eat it.
[This is to the ladies: I'm a freak
Hey, yo, piano man: take us
you call that a battle rap?
How you gon' go against an army with a handgun?
I'm Cool J, yo, you don't understand, son
I'm a legend, on top of that
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