Lyrics:
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
cars, and the prettiest stars
By far the prettiest Misses
I pull up in the prettiest sixes
So by the time you get the six b****, I have the seven
a switch that takes the product
Down the shoot it lines the carpet
By itself it lies in darkness
In your eyes it tries the hardest
All the noise and all
Welcome to my imagination, This is a trip that's inside my mind
I got problems but I never face them, I was silent as the time went by
I picked up
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
You'd better slow down
And use the right pronoun
Show the world you're no clown
Everybody wise up!
Say you got an "I","T"
Followed by apostrophe,
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks
It only takes a second to pop the trunk
And just like that, you know it's real
You're in
pronoun
Show the world you're no clown
Everybody wise up!
Say you got an "I","T"
Followed by apostrophe, "s"
Now what does that mean?
You would not use
but I overcame
Call me by my name don't be rude
My name is Penguin Dude
The Penguins pecker ready to strike at his opponents
Putting in more holes that
J.O.W.I.M.I.B.A.
Nigga replay, them seconds.
Addressing me by my name is the only way you'll get in my section.
I've been sitting in shitty
Look at me for a second
No, seriously, look at me
Honestly, ask yourself lookin' at me
Do you really think that there is any
Way possible for you
I'd never leave her?
Look inside my eyes, I know they seen evil
But I been this way since I was a child
And I feel I'm the one who deserve to leave
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
enough
Hе was pump faking with his rocket that was lame at first
Seven triple doubles it was hard to bond with James at first
I'll show you how this agent
ready?
Here we go!
Lay on your belly and face your head down
Lay on my belly and face my head down
Now, put your hands flat by your head on the ground
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
people the truth.
It's time to tell them the revelation of my second coming
Have them understand, relate?
Now ride me baby.
Baby,
I love you,
Fool,
Slow-down
Your modern style
Or breakdown
From boredom
Felt my mouth
Running faster
Heard the sirens
Warnings
Trapped inside
Held in my home
Inside
from off the top inside the dome
Illuminated by the light, conscious from the mind
I got this buddha on my side while I'm working on myself
The streets
the rest (Hey)
Yeah, my life's a mess (Hey)
So think twice before you try to
See what's inside my head (Hey)
Any time of day
I'll punch my fist right through
another second
If she give me time, you know I always try to stretch it
Laying by the seaside, inside her Pandora
Swear she's something special, see her
looking inside, looking inside
Never lose sight
Seven little strides would do
We’re prone to falling, everyone falls
Don’t need yer rifles, now
count the hours
I count the seconds
Till you're here by my side again
And every minute
Goes on for hours
Until you're with me
Till I look in your eyes
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