Lyrics:
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
Lady Liberty's hoein' out on the street corner
Fur coat bad makeup
She could've seemed warmer
Boss had gave her a spray tan
Made her seem orange
Pimp
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
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way
don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk much get a broke jaw, star struck
I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Walk around the city like I know I am the man
Everything they said I couldn't do, I really can
Need my rubber bands
Need my
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
they walk in Egypt
But the people of God who assault the seas
And the Earth until the Church
Is off to see Him
Lemme jam it man, not by my own works
But
Melchesedek way
So if yuh see mi an di yutes
Dem trodding through the earth
Wi haffi trod it King Selassie way, yeah yeah
Trodding this one away, haffi
Don't walk by side fly with me
I'm too open lie 3 stingy to cheat
You know minds deceive
So on occasion I'll stare
In case I'm in a dream
I'm embracive I
thrung black birds off center, on central, locked
up in the parker center, at the corner of adelanto
and krome, police gone bird hunting in foshalee,
niggas don't talk much
Do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw
Star struck
I don't fuck with the lame niggas
I got good
Natchez
To his uncle's cave in Mobile
I said, "Round off those corners
And buy a set of tires,
And Ooky baby, that's a wheel"
And that was good
They keep you soul spiritual
Yeah, I am puma ,
Yes, I’m a star
Everybody knows me
Thanks to Sasha and Masha
In every corner of the Earth
Hailing
Melchesedek way
So if yuh see mi an di yutes
Dem trodding through the earth
Wi haffi trod it King Selassie way, yeah yeah
Trodding this one away, haffi
Should have never pissed a bitch off
Yesterday
So anyways
Get me paid and I'll be on my way
Yeah I'll sashay
On my days
Been caught up
In these
go to
The ends of the earth
In old Queen Hazel’s name
They don’t know if it’s poison
They’ve never felt this way
But they know they’d go to
The ends
keep my heat warm
With my shoulder holder
Coast to coaster, I pays no payolla
And I never do a show, for a broke promoter
Walk in the Queen's kingdom
and parking spots
And hoppin' out while harrasing the corner blocks
Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
He brushed them off and walked back
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
the carpet
A healthy pretty baby found
Cryin' in the garbage
Walk your dog, she pees on the sidewalk
No movies no clubs
'cause you're bound to get caught
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