Lyrics:
Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard
Kill like the one syllable word
The criminal of the lyrical killin' you pitiful
Niggas, leavin' you in a critical,
satisfied
But I've known about her much too long
She can't conceal what she feels inside
I'm gonna show her that piece by piece, inch by inch
I can put
Cell by cell and frame by frame
Names, dates, it's all immaterial:
We big dicks sick rhyme killer like cereal
I burn like venereal
Spit that imperial
Mami, I know you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could get me, don't you?
You should call me Uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That
Mmm yeah
Picking up the pieces I
pieces I, pieces I like
Got me calling out
calling out, by your bedside
If at all I could go and lower the lights
experience
To realize how much better it is to prepare for the worst
By all means
It will always be better to be safe than to be sorry
So as we finally
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up
the Fahrenheit back down to zero
Bring Heat to the streets like Al Pacino and DeNiro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't
imperial and rugged like
Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a motherfucker night
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
with my peers
The Imperial like margarine, I'm butter
Yes fly like Bel-Air
Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
It's time for some
[Chorus]
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
with millionaires
When you grow up surrounded
By willful ignorance
You have to believe
Mercy has its own country
And that it's round
the bad
What I got
And what I had
Attempting piece by piece
Slowly by slowly we complete
Attempting piece by piece
Slowly by slowly we complete
Attempting
of you, pieces of me
Many long years have gone by
Many clouds across the sky
Gone with the river of the sorrow
I carry for you
You were always by my side
I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, right up there in your face
I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile
I'm a real piece
I'm a real piece
You ain't got the sauce
So you nothing like me
I'm a real piece
I'm a real piece
Throw up the deuces
I'm
to take it day by day
They said they all couldn't see
The littles pieces of sadness they were there but they were stuck in my dreams
A little piece of me,
sins
I never really owned a Jesus piece
So am taking it piece by piece
To make sure they all get a piece of me
YEEEE
I’ve been online, plenty of days
I'm tryna take it piece by piece
Tryna take it piece by piece
But please believe me
I'm tryna take it piece by piece
Tryna take it piece by piece
But
lime a squeeze
(Lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin’ by the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Nah nah)
Reclinе it fourty-five degrees (Oh
the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Nah nah)
Recline it fourty-five dеgrees (Oh oh)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze
(Limе a squeeze)
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