Lyrics:
Swift
Shootin' it out but I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him, squeezin' his four-fifth
One shot, two shot, three
punk queen, now there's a kidder
Go back north, Celine needs a babysitter
Philip Glass, atonal ass, you're not immune
Write a song with a fucking tune
apartments with
Mic mechanisms, I dissect a rhythm
Move crowds with kinetic wisdom
It's like a Malcolm X-orcism, fuck the rhythm, I hit him
I want him got
deceased
From what was released
From the chrome beast to the dome piece
Visions in my mind being increased by inner beef
With some grief, but when I
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
by Joel
While hanging out with Cowboy Joe
Keith Richards stops to say hello
I play my guitar, he plays along
With song after song after song after
I will shoot
I will stop playing with that sin
Cause Christ coming back like man
And now they came down, knock the demons down
Swinging and banging
moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
Lavigne punk queen, now there's a kidder
Go back north, Celine needs a babysitter
Philip Glass, atonal ass, you're not immune
Write a song with a fucking
stop
Jane and Anita done fell
Under the spell
They yelling: Vyekon Tha Beast
They bumped my shit in a Hotel
They think I'm real
Tha shii got em kissing
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
thoughts imma knock the noodles out ya pasta pot stop talkin
Niggas gon be timid the minute a glock popping
Nigga said he with it i tell him to pop off then
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
My peers, little ears
Came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was
talk about the action
I’m a beast and I’m hungry for the feast no rations
Is the world getting hotter or am I getting colder
Two tonned weights that I
deserve.
V54 Woman 4
Can you believe, THIS is what he said?!
V55 Woman 2
His goal, to instill fear!
Woman 3
Finkelstein
You should have pulled him by
killin' shit, we really winnin' that field
I say a one, two, spin your block, get it back again
Two, two, three, go hit his mind, they be comin' with a win
you are the dirt in here
Trying to stop me will make you disappear!
Don't know what you want
Let me go back to him
I gotta save the world from
vain?
Cos he'd seen the mountain top
And he knew he could not stop
Always living with the threat of death ahead
Folks you'd better stop and think
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need
the train slowed to a crawl
I wished him here to see how easily I made landfall
I walked back 3 miles -well hallelujah! - he's still sat there in place
With
burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.
I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back
ride 4 me I ride 4 you
(Verse 2)
And when you pop them muthafuckas
You pop them bitches till they stop bleed
I'm coming through and my glock leaps
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