Lyrics:
likeness
No body like us
What a crisis
We don't know ourselves
So i might just
Heat it up
Like I'm bringing hell
Cuz i feel compelled
Call it show and tell
The less work I got on me, the better
Undercovers might blitz this bitch whenever
I used to play the block hoodied up
Servin' every car as they pullin' up
mama told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me not to show it
Told me
enter final hold)
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapors, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
enter final hold)
Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapors, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon
lock and key
Most definitely got the flow so let me shoplift the show
from under, the nose of the mediocre joker
for the mic last week, yeah I was
now
I'm taking the edge
Outside balling and we spray rounds
Let me paint a picture for you
Foreign clothes cars bitches up now
Keep getting distracted
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
they tremble on the edge of the bed
Or do you fold them neatly by your head
Do they clench like claws against your own skin
When you're living your
Whatever you did shout I put up
Then take the residuals after leaving
Your body in critical
Fuck 'em all though
More drive than a car show
Four five in
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
all ways escape closer
Never spar drove the car to
The edge of the tar with intentions to scar
Shooting motherfuckerss to Allah
And now I'm back
killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off
killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off
sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by, with the boomin' system
Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now I'm
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Think I see my demise with the fiends on the rise
Hoe I'm living on the edge, gat to the head
Got a show next month, and I wanna pull up dead
Lost cause
the glass
A plea for help to passing cars
Scars are not there for show not all scars are visible
Scars are not there for show not all scars are visible
were glued drawn around
I know
You didn't have to go
But when you say that I don't know
When you say that I won't show
We're on the edge of slipping off
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my
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