Lyrics:
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was Hailey
Leave and come in a Mercedes
God damn, I'm crazy with rabies
Fuckin' around with
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
that red album
Cover me with pixels so I don't see the outcome
Fellow don't approach me I fire
Not afraid to fight, when I see stars in sight
Trained by
on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
What's Up green green N for AH dot Beam Win I Try steal high everybody what am I gone Do NA By BYE everybody "Selling, 5 Buck For A Five i smell like ah
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again?
I record dope dope
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
on down to Al's world everyone will have a time
Shove a turtle in your ass and make yourself go blind
Governed by evil, everyone's living a lie
Forever in
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
Niggas dont like tho
Niggas wanna fight tho
Yall niggas pups i got fidos
Talking all this action but wont fire those
Let it spray like a fire hose
I be
you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I'm a Bankhead nigga, so I'm straighter than a penis
If ya try the westside, I'mma nut up like semen
Ice
on merit, don't frown upon the setting sun
Harried in its heyday, can't really stomach
If heaven's on fire, wasn't ever heaven was it?
Getting bludgeoned,
the lottery
Everybody wanna hear me spit fire that's Monopoly
I just signed a deal then I closed it with a handshake
Yes It's only green and bread that's what
flip a flow you desire
Dattie blaze those trees and let's start this forest fire
My rhymes carry like the weight on Barry
Stack cheddar like Combs
golfin' with my Callaway's
Or watchin' football, word to Joey Galloway
Take a shower start singin' like Al Green
From outside, it probably sound like
thing I drop is platinum albums (what else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like 'bam-bam'
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