Lyrics:
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
playin' WiiFit
Get popped like three zit's then
Shot like three flicks
And my kicks Asian like Kimora Lee's tit's
Yeah tell the waiter she can order me this
Sixteen-track album, please pre-order that
The last one with downloaded beat
I don't know after that when will I release
All I know I'm planning to go big after
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the blind and free those who had doubted
That an eagle could lead us all to better days
Remnants of memory infused the path which led through the dusty pines
of a tree where
I sun myself in full view
Of the harpy eagle who
Might snag me mid-flight.
By the time I am three,
Love is in the air.
I emit a shrill
strength I'm building
Yeah I'm putting in work
All by grace I'm stepping through doors
Day by day with this life ting
But it ain't a game
Merky.M
now we sell albums
Savers shh coulda got me, allow them
I was on eagle posted with drillers
Thinking how we could run up on falcon
Now I'm in Italian,
Yeah
New Rap Order
M.C. K~Swift
NRO
Y'all know what time it is
Official
Too Official
NRO
New Rap Order business
NRO music
It's not a game
Let's go
I
All the hurricaners with their fist up in the air
Someone gave the order, kill the pain
Someone else ignored her, left the cat out in the rain
One
months later the celebratory news came
Exhibit C gave the whole world a mood change
Electronic, niggas call my album detox
Cause they know I'm finna
Bring
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
and few in numbers
We're doomed to flag of fail
We fought hard
Held our guard
But when captured by the Axis
And forced to tell the truth
We'll tell
and few in numbers
We're doomed to flag of fail
We fought hard
Held our guard
But when captured by the Axis
And forced to tell the truth
We'll tell
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
the worst shit
Everything and every motherfucker gets dealt with accordingly
Mark my words
See I remember on The Coming album
You know when there was only
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
in order to reach the promised land
You must watch out for Piranhas and Sharks
Move in packs, and only the weakest one of you will be killed
This is
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
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
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