Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
spitting deep & I'm getting V by the fricking heap
It's a given he's gonna split the weave like it's Maybelline when I hit your think-tank with the preaching
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
Which he had purchased their home
But the sadness was soon driven out by a feeling akin
To that of Deja Vú: It was something
Jenny said the previous
We giving you fuck boys
Five minutes to get the hell up out the club
(Five minutes, bitch) david Banner
BME Click big Face (Big Face)
Big Face,
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
one Thousand two hundred minutes past fart
Our existence is definable on a few essential characteristics
The unyielding and unconscious loyalty we have
Never felt so cold
But I got another gear
No I'm never gonna fold
This is me at my lowest tryna get in my zone
This is me so driven sparked the fire like
KWIRK
Listen, Pixie-ears! Get on that computer!!!!!
EUBANGDERE
The price is ten more cents or another five, or three minutes! Whoopee!
KWIRK
I?ve
Here we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
Sixty-five, seventy,
allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustas is my motherfuckin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggas reported
disappointed them but people of God five minutes later five minutes later five minutes later karudabashakadar alibarakadar
For the Scriptures says how many
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustaz is my motherfuckin' job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin'
My competition dead or in
when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
*Four minutes left*
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready
know what, I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
the weight that
I carry
My family can see all the gains ive
Attained
I'm driven by poverty
Get the paper then provide to the colony
Cause in this monopoly you
only got 5 seconds till the world ends
I feel that there's a few hours keep ticking by minutes, déjà-vu hey
When the night gets colder and eyes get
Life's so cold like the Arctic
So I ask for the love tell me where the heart is
'Causewe ain't being led by the smartest
Everybody just following
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
through livin' just for dyin'
Hear what I say
Tacked to a six by nine
To please us
Look like you get what you want
You a stone cold Jesus
There's
a dark heap and uses sin to
Satisfy empirical requirements
He only comes to blow up
And burn down environments
Man, take five minutes
Sit down and shut
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