Lyrics:
weird
But, enough about her, she is not relevant
Thank God for music, I think that it's Heaven sent
I wanna live rich, so my dinners are elegant
I wanna
on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album
bitch it's
A god in the flesh rose and resurrected what
They so-called protected
Now I'm at your necklace like
A diamond feel pressure
Time is so
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
know who the fuck I am
I got plans of attack
Ready when my album starts to unpack
Facts about me on every track
No cap this is my flashback
Yeah I got
Gotta get my shots off
Dunkin, get my hops off
No rest, I can't nod off
Cookin up like hot sauce
Album gonna drop drop
Workin just for God God
And I
on your speed dial before your death will be final
Remove your spinal and upload a masters badge album to motherfucking tidal
Will you kill for your God
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
Prodigy: That's how the ball bounce
Havoc: The cookie crumbles
Prodigy: That's what the guns do
Dead you
On the humble
Havoc: But god fogive me
Lyrically equipped to flip a party in a ditch
Live by a code that the youngings don't know
Where a man is a man and we still don't snitch
Spent hours in
Lyrically equipped to flip a party in a ditch
Live by a code that the youngings don't know
Where a man is a man and we still don't snitch
Spent hours in
want you dead
Words and Music by Aeon
Foreignness Denied from the Aeon album Path of Fire
do I explain my little cranial expressions
Intuition, premonition, or demonic possession?
It could be God, an angel, or my dead uncle Paul
Or that
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
world is fuckin dyin
[Chorus I (2X)]
[C-Murder]
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
I'm
what I can see you want to talk
I can dead you in this game and trace your album with the chalk
Cause a battle with me is another battle lost
I can out
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
of me
Temporary, but this body isn't free
Yeah, free is my will
I call shots till I'm killed
But can't live by myself
So ask god to prevail
Fall cuz I
opps
You should know by now that I got dead opps
If I see the opps I'ma bust led off
From the blood they gon' turn to red opps
Keep it lowkey broski you
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
died and rappers out to dethrone me (uh)
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful
First, they
they're killing us before the
Day we have to kill them
‘Merica the beautiful
Everyone is thinking like a dead man
Live it up, but what about the future
one to blame, I'm ashamed I let Nas down
But this is God's plan, you could never understand, fuck it
Long live the idols, may they never be your
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