Lyrics:
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead
Limited to earth, unable
love, but I couldn't see it, I was too blinded by the hatred
We was on bad terms so you think I'm speakin' on you every time I make a statement
When you
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
It's not too short, but then again it's not too long
I brought someone with me, someone you might know
He's bound to wreck your body from the tip
me in a classy suit
Not like Jill Scott, but on the mic I'm nasty too
I'm the most disruptive when I go and bust it, making lots of noise
Like the cork
preaching to the choir
Don't mind me I know it's easy to be quiet
And I don't need a real reason to be silent, but
Everybody's growing up faster than me
Well, who'd have believed this seasoned connoisseur lady-killer
like me
Would get hurt by a girl like you?
And they got names for dirty little
But the bottom of a nine is where a lot of games end
Got the streets talking
Wanna swing on me
Do my thing, oh ya
You know the season long as shit
cried "My God
My partner has been killed"
I propped him by an ol' jack pine
And swore a solemn vow
"Lookout Henry Walker
It's you and me right now"
Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale
up
You better clean up before I re-up
I'm outta site bitch, Scott, beam me up
Some niggas hypnotized by the ass and the thighs
But pretty eyes
a mother for me, yeah yeah yeah
Gimme gimme some popcorn
Gimme gimme gimme gimme that popcorn, uhhh
Do the popcorn, said do the horse, let everybody know
Pree
It’s me that they calling Zamorra rarara
Baby
Ama keep walking like Johnny walker
Each time I hear you calling my name
The fact is I want you
Shit bro, this shit got me flowing in space
Trying to roll up the blunt
Shit
Two of us fucking on this bitch
Call it double tap
How you gon' be
Ooh, Mr. Nice Guy say no nice guy
But why is everybody so terrified of me
And ask yourself this question
Why are these men in suits so desperate
I'll be your superhero
When danger arrives
I'll be by your side (uh)
You're my lucky dime (uh)
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when
like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be"
I told 'em meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster, I'mma peace out
Then I
the big wheel
Let's face facts, I'm not ever gonna waste tracks
So for me to drop some new shit is like a big deal
How I get inspired by my own ideas?
Talking big words on the mic but still irrelevant
Especially when you're not college material
Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott
Talking big words on the mic but still irrelevant
Especially when you're not college material
Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott
just always while life remains on hold
Everybody's sorry, everybody's sorry
If words are to be believed
World without mercy, world which deserts me
but strip. (uh!)
So, they can realize that they can be...
Hope that you can see,
The pedigree you have in me.
Never let em tread on my ego.
Or trample
or
something, might have been
vampire bats or something, you know, I dig it man. So I'm sitting there
and I'm walking
around and everybody's seeing me
him,
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain,
(Violent J, and Shaggy 2 Dope)
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering,
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