Lyrics:
"MC'ing, and DJing from your own mind, ya know?"
"I, I guess right now we should start the show"
Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds
and promotion
I see the omen by the way you be maneuverin'
That's why I speak the truth to let you know just who you foolin' with
Man, my whole life was a test
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do more
of Grime
You write a hundred million different flows
I write that classical line
To last me my whole life time
Yes, I wouldn't like me either
If I had a flow
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
modern man
Body counts increase by thousands by the hour
The sniper on reserve blastin hots from the water tower
Absorbin' energy from the sun MC's run
My
they think its easy
to go on TV
do what i do each day
acting a certain way
could of lived a normal life
worked a job at nine till five
but i chose
Dell, murderess world wind of wit
Get the worse of I break it down bit by bit
Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
sound all in your section
No question
The Scienz of Life, don't confuse it
Aiyyo if it don't sound right than it ain't music
*indistinct chatter by
one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Poisonous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin'
On MC's cliche,
Nixon
This one for all the sick ones, infliction
Poisonous darts sickenin'
Best believe finger itchin'
With two proclay
Now I'm trippin' on MC's
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
a drill, it's a
I am a jealous rap god for sure
Have no other rap gods before me
Kneel to these MC's and they corny
Be on thee alert, I practice
After I
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
leave it to us
Like you've only got one life
Don't waste it on trying to be this MC badman
You put in way too much money
And it's just not coming back!
Welcome, this is Godline
All our lines are busy
Please wait, we'll help you in a moment
Hold the line
Trying to connect with God
Trying to connect
of a short mended life
I die by design on a dime.
Drag me along singing this song.
Bury my bones when the glory is gone
The infection has led to the heart
rhyming all seasons pack trees and
Crack a beer or so to clear the soul
The mind designs lines so mysterical
Sound the horn like cars and Jericho
Rhymes
praise
Cause they bluffin' while they bustin' with a serious face
And it's unbearable
These stereo-rap tracks are terrible
I'm here to take care of you
don't believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe you)
Murder, murder (your life's on the line)
Y'all niggas don't want
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