Lyrics:
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
out of wood
Like goin' up and not comin' down,
Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound
To the beat beat, you do the freak
Everybody just
Swing low
Sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
(Swing, swing)
Yeah
(Swing, swing)
This is it right here
(Carry me, carry me)
Ain't no running
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while I'm holdin' my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggas ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call 'em soul
Been wearin' furry Kangol's,
chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggas ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call 'em soul
Been wearin' furry Kangol's,
That means that Ac' is comin hard
And you're regrettin that you tried to pull his card
I start to sweat when MC's get out of hand
And I
that's the way my cannon spit
You better abandon ship, the predator anarchist
The better the rapper is the better the beheading
Make your predator sound
your fascination
Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga
the bums is like the role models
Sleep in the streets, beggin for change, clutchin a cold bottle
Shit, niggaz fuck with death like it was thick bitch, with
through the crowd with my sound
I'm way up
Way up
Way up
Open up your eyes if you brave enough
We got the juice ya'll ain't sipping yet
Black is
Jermaine Dupre,
Female rappers these days sound like hoes to me,
My pussy is diamonds, my pussy is drippin’,
You all sound like desperate bitches,
I always
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even
my pockets down that's a tip
I got a phone call money is talkin brrr
I'm comin through
I got my own sound roamin around shadows I probably got two
I
when I first got here I knew already
I gotta protect my heart
Make all changes, new decisions and flip it
I gotta protect my heart
The room is oh so hot
sound”
Yeti is Jon when he holds his teeth down
So here’s a reminder
When peers aren't behind ya
You always rewind it
The day that you make it yo ass can
hip-hop is
Gettin’ kinda redundant
Frequently change my frequency
Of transmission
To broadcast beyond the boundaries
Of your vision now reminisce when
to fulfill
6 days a week comin home just worry bout a man in my girl
All I ever wanted was to change my racks
But the confidence I had is what they said I lack
who
Ready Rock C is, here's a brief description
Of the things that he can
Do in his musical position
Ready Rock C makes sounds with his mouth
Yo Ready
gon' kill
They have to learn that hurtin' people here is not the way now
I had to learn my ways poisonin' my child
Twelve bodies and one child dead,
can do it by himself, don't need no ones help. No one
Who you know
Whos got my back where the real ones at? Show Love
Who you know
Who can hold me down,
was then, this is now
Got better things to worry about
Now all we wanna do is make sound
Where are we going in this world
We should know better by now
The signal's comin' in and out
I hear it clear and loud, loud and clear
Fight with my demons, I battle all my fears
Shit, dawg, is this really it
I guess it all
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