Lyrics:
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
[Puff
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Big thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (Notorious)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw
we provide it ride it
'Til the wheels fall of shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping
Yeah, yeah
Big up bwoy!
I got y'all stuck off my linguistics
Full body armor, yo we so militaristic
We gon' bum rush yo' clouded judgment
March on,
As he rolls another number and he counts
He counts the times he's dreamt himself to be the hero
'Cause then when Suzy (was a bore??)
He's heard about
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
Twista, first time I kicked it off with "Adrenaline Rush"
Next album I kicked it off with "They Kill Us All"
This time, I'm a show you how
time again
D the enemy - tellin you to hear it
They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the show
Bum rush
before you get your ice and dimond rings,
Don't think twice, go wit your gut feeling, and best see yourself for the big time feeling,
In all games comin'
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
to mama
Yeah, you stand next to mama
I put holes in ya mama
You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama
Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas
Not
last time's the one time too many (na-na-na)
The rush of waiting is burning through my head (na-na-na)
Right after supper, her brother showers twice
last time's the one time too many (na-na-na)
The rush of waiting is burning through my head (na-na-na)
Right after supper, her brother showers twice
to fucking kill me
But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11, seven
What's religion? Nigga, I am Legend
I
mi zip tell dem nuh rush it
Ahh Ahhh ahh ah ah
Mi flick dem chicken head wid chicken by the buckets
Mhmm mhmm mhmm
Di 45 mi nuh lef it, if not mi
I stay focused on my grind
Till it's time to shine
Get high enough to push the very limits of my mind
In my space and time
I'm flexin by design
I see
rise
Yea, the thesis statement of this album
Big shootout to you for coming through Dave
Absolutely bro Praise God until next time
knock out
I destroy the grid and then black out
Army brought the big trucks out
Military grade I call that a rock out
I'm in so I can't be locked out
I
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
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