Lyrics:
faith and let it bleed
Digging my own grave and I
Cannot see the signs
Life's a husk built to disgrace
All attempts of mine
Black absolves
Pieces
warriors
West coast whistles, death to accordions
My words are Jericho missiles flying out of the orient
Recording life as it's passing me by
In each
styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my
Mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun I don't trust em
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Move wit da nigga huh frum
His Attack Bitch
Stacking bodies one by one
Don't test me, I'll kill you
All that I do, I do it for my puddin'
I make the choices a better bitch
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
extra-ordinary
Your only contemporary
Adrenaline flowing while
Yourb listening to my style
All you can do is smile
As the crowd goes wild
Totally dedicated
extra-ordinary
Your only contemporary
Adrenaline flowing while
Yourb listening to my style
All you can do is smile
As the crowd goes wild
Totally dedicated
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
the senile
Hons always wave cause I'm slick like lunile
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I flow blood clot
Yo, my style's
think like this in a while
Cause I dig your style, little miss you're wild
But the timing was off, think I missed by a mile and
Don't ask me when I'm
just headed
On a one way road to death
And being back talked by my counselors
Cops are showing up explaining they got
An anonymous tip concerning
About
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
and that I do shit to piss them off I'm confused
How I'm viewed by all these people that I never even knew
The way I'm rhyming, my style, and the shit that I
Up in the bleachers in the penthouse, fronting
Stove burning a half a bird, you laker out, the legs is burning
We eating escovich, green pea soup,
beautiful
Covered in leaves
Dumped there by a fiend
Oozing with black ink
I am your parchment
You are my quill
Imbue your memories onto your canvas
Talk
This, happy home
This, happy home
Yeah
Back in the days it was hard for black actors
They had to lighten they skin with makeup like Max Factor
My
Sold your soul for some secular
Muzak that's wack
Plus you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile,
I could
Do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin
I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for
while you Soundcloud rappers fall behind
Ever heard a kid rap over psychedelic beats?
Cos my style unique
I’m an experimental freak
With a feast full
it out then I'm out (No doubt)
Every day that pass, my game gets tighter
Psychopathic style, motherfucker, I'm a ryda
The truck is (black) , I pulls
and I'm so grateful
When I'm down, you'll be my vaccine
Baby, you're my black queen
Ah
Chilling in the room, looking for a dime
Paused when I met this gyal
the Ruthless way, some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme
That's on time, just
if they come where my stash at
Come by My house put the beam where yo stash at
Then leave yo ass dead body stuff in the trash bag
Glock leave you cock
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