Lyrics:
the wall
Impacted on the series of vertical components
To switch three micro scrambled
Neural energy barrels
These would be released almost instantly
wealth of the world's eighty five richest people is equal to the three and a half billion poorest people
It's fantastic, and this is a great thing because
[Inspectah Deck]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix
We have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse
Winner takes all, gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the lyrical grand prix
We have our drivers racin' for a three million dollar purse
Winner takes all gentlemen
yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)
'cause-on, 'cause-on, party on, party on
Uh ya ya yeah (x3)
*Laughs*
eats you up alive, takes you by surprise till you die
Sink again no need for friends
Be a freak my lady queen
You cut the ties of a young life
Writing up
never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like an amputee, ain't
on TV could never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
a nigga more for me bitch
but today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin love
where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood
wearin my black
Good mornIng LIfe
You got me wakIng up before 5:39
To run across a brIdge and draw my lIne
Blue RIver gIvIng shIvers whIle I'm strollIng by
Over my
of genies and smoke me for 3 wishes
I'm feeling vicious
Sid
Vicious kinda vicious yeah
I'm sickened by existence
But a kiss from mama mistress keeps me fit
velvet jacket, Willy Wonka
Boy he hot
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumping' John Kennedy
Boy he hot
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid
like it used to be
We shooting forward like a 2 and 3
Haha hu
That sound cool to me
[Chorus: Suli4Q, Adrian Truth & Bre the First Lady]
Together
Way
take a look at the bodies, they’re covered in blood
Shit this a real shame, let’s burry 'em in the mud
("What did you just say?")
Shoutout to N.W.A., If
through a system
Give them a helping hand
I was too busy standing by your words to understand
Because right in front of sight is the best place to hide it
You dropped some of that cotton by your feet nigga
Oh you a slave huh, well I'ma street nigga
Level up before the streets get you, literally
Tiffany
son learning to pull drive bys
Look I was just showing him how to shoot
Yeah mama
This morning I woke up
Had the bread on my agenda
Seen a million like
In God we trust you don't prey on my level
Three six's in my yard, but I don't worship the devil
I'm hotter then a 6 shooter 38. special
While you
time had passed, beautifully told by my brand new glasses
You were catching me up, telling me what's up with your current band
I showed this demo Dinner
our given blood she's
Beautiful in death
By confusion or illusion
Beautiful in death
And when we feared the end was near
All gathered at her side
and span
I ride 28 inches on my creepy black van
And you can catch me posted up down by the trailer park
I'm selling bootleg movies from noon to dark
But
of Stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving
on the mic on the count of three
One, two, three
Now I'm a black brother that's out to succeed
So step aside as I take the lead
Sexy young ladies
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