Lyrics:
Dirty - E's professional
Shit talker
Sith Stalker
Bad Mace Windu
Mixed with
Kit Walker
Guess I'm kinda crabby
But with words and knives
I'm actually
lyrically motherfucker you
Have met your demise jedi, the black chapter
Like the bone in they thigh been
Hip to the game niggas lame
I am July working my fire
tough act to follow
It's mano y mano, I'm my zone you can't check check me
All I need is one shot imma sniper like Wesley
Day walker but a thief in
and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green,
and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green,
use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya
Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya
They don't respect nothin else, they somethin else
Two guns with
If being a pussy make u a snitch then tell me how the hell u got mob ties
By being a bitch
Or maybe that finger that itch
But we never heard the pop
this feeling in my bones
Like I'ma blow I just know
I can't tell you why
But all I know
Is that I came in contact with death
And ever since that year
I
+Diggs+ the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's +Cash+
+Nia Long+ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom
it fast, for half of Johnny's cash
Nia longed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom saw her at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer
He confronted
Y'all never thought about being the opposite color
Put any bands on my dollars
Said I be getting my guac
Now I be talking with choppers
My chopper, you
signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
Nia Long ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Lucille Ball up at the foyer
He
like Hershal Walker,
The talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die
But that's not important
Money's more important
off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better
a rush(c'mon)
Lyrical murderer, microphone bone-crusher
Yeah, yeah y'all
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
Now check the mic stalker, who'll wear you out
understand why
She behaved as she did
But when she got sick
Lord, really sick
A few years back
I was terrified
Of losing my mother
I had her
Speed-dialed
to die
We are free tonight
We are free tonight
By this time
We are so ready to fight
Life in our bones
Burning
For something more bursting
We woke up
We
on like fuck some Trues
PhD in the fraud like fuck some school
China debit, hit the clerk with
Chop got a telescope and a laser beam
Doggy bone
do
On and on and on is how the beat goes
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
I wear
Rain on snow
Ironess, your highness
Rain on snow
Dj Shadow, what's good?
Makes it melt, away
You all ready?
Yo, white walker style now
to the bone, all the flesh is gone
Thrown to the dogs, whereupon woe be gone!
Came without a plan and no instructions to follow
Told by the man, we will get
Yo, I should slap all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit
(Shh, shh, aight, soon, soon)
Yo, man, ain't that-
Ain't that
can feel it in my bones like them 8-0
Let me in that convent like they Gwynevere
Codeine dripping off of that Wockhardt chandelier
I need a bad bitch
tenía' regla', yo les puse final
Guardo cada beso dentro de una timeline
Yo te elijo como Walker al Skyline
Y si tú quiere' (tú quiere')
Yo te busco,
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