Lyrics:
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
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
mam w te pizdy wyjebane
Pisze wiersz to chyba rzecz oczywista
Ciekawe co by powiedziała moja polonistka
Adam pisze wiersz i to dla niego chwila
Wątpie
lunch and
Never overlust the fun times
The pain puts the sugar in the punch
The rain makes the muscles erupt
Blinded by sunshine
I follow the waves that
Spacetime music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2020, 2021 Jeffrey Robert Adams
a different scheme
Seeking good apples hidden on bad trees
Wooed by that fruit unfit to eat
Madam Eve sat conceived with Adam's seed
"What a fool I was to let
A is for Adam and he was the first man
be for the brimstone that rained on the land
see is for Cain, he slew his brother you know
D is for Daniel who
[Hook 2X: GZA sample]
"Konichiwa bitches"
[Method Man]
What up, what up, these niggaz suck
They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B.
If I
is the Asiatic Black plan
Pre-Adam-ite, first to see the light
Way before Adam and Eve took flight
Bless the seed of Abraham, I came to jam
Protest
neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him like X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war
Knowing
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
Grady with the gray beard, transport for him
Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that
Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Frontin like
the gray beard
Transporting for him
Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird
Piping that switchin Benzes
Ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Fronting like he's
molecules
Light skin marksmen, part ten in your follicles
Twelve men equipped, seven rappers can vouch too
About you fuckin' with me, my Clan emblem
bahrs
Every where we go, you know who us are
You could tell by the car
Sampain, Caviare
Bubble bath, I say I love you and I laugh
(Chorus 1x)
Takin' out the excess mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
the game
(it's just not the same)
Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
Jermaine's Secret $tash - (Prod. By Hidden Leaf Soundsystem x Tres) - Bawal Clan, Owfuck feat. Astro, Paul Cassimir, Lexus, Rjay Ty, Mic Rahman
round town in a Porsche Panamera
Check the doors in the mirror
You can not see me clearer
Pulled over by the cops and I drop my top
You can just watch his
Araber Clans zum La Matina Dinner
Doch das was ich für euch abdrück sind nur Submachine Gun Trigger
Das Ultimatum ist vorbei jetzt gibt's Genozid
Lad die
compete, hey
Shit you be doin' that's takin' you ten years
I'll do it in three days
Gon' bring it back like a relay (let's do it)
Talkin' bout your clan
against the algorithm
I X'em out… You know I'm on that Malcolm rhythm
By any means, I'm livin' a dream
America's worst nightmare that Martin Luther K'em
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