Lyrics:
your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by
track
Yes these lyrics are pretty scary
Like a match in a burn ward
Telling me to quit I'll have you open up for my shows
Then leave you tied up in
up, and play it loud
Hip-hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I'd
so I'm thinking rape
Shouldn'ta had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin' out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in,
carryin' my woes[01:23.64]Scrollin' through my feed, tryna catch up with my past[01:26.21]I'm sick of reminiscin', but I'm scared of where I'm
off
Gots to leave they mouth open
Cause they gots to talk down
Diamond
Watch I open up my trunk
Showin nuthin but surround
Its all good
Yes they dont
I gots to break em off
Gots to leave they mouth open
Cause they gots to talk down
Diamond
Watch I open up my trunk
Showin nuthin but surround
Niggas crazy
Crazy as Fuck
Pull up to that motherfucker with some weed on me
Had the motherfuckers looking at me crazy
(You know who its supposed
made up
Your injuries you can't hide with make-up
You need some medical advice, you make up
A little lie to say just in case
The doc opens his eyes
pockets ain't allowed
But I watched it open up my mind and my chakras
So my conscience could block this topic
So drop it
I'mma make my way to first class
passes
Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes
El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a pair of butt
out!"
Ayo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man louis from the ville, slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats, cause rugged
a ragy baby, he's way too crazy}
[Tray Deee]
What up 'cause? You know ain't nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
off
Try me
Keep that feather weight by me
Either way I gotta open up the cosmic gate
I gotta open up the cosmic gate
With emerald green birth
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin
need to pump it
Up another notch turn the dial til it stops
More watts you got, more things to watch
Third eye's wide open, you're focused
And den fire di M1
Mi legalize me not despise
Di air is rugged and rough
Some DJs open up their noses
Like a yard trash truck
But Reggae Music run
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters, pop, case open, closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid fat,
up your lighters, for your nigga
With bigger website, despite us
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
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