Lyrics:
promise you everything here is by design
focus on the mission at hand
stick to the pattern & follow the guidelines
still got a lot on my mind when i sleep
cause his fam is crooks
Man they push more weight then Jay-Z
Off the books and Dick Cheney stay in beef like P, caught in a jux
So felonious, masonic
nobody can give me help
Rotten flowers between my hands, remembrance of my life
Tears are rolling it's time to say goodbye
Death brings a smile
Make someone r.i.p. on spot in the moment
They holding emotion
Some cold shit, rodriguez you owe them
Twenty days later, living like I own it
Tears
like this
Makin' y'all backflip and try to get my twist
Rocked up powder bakin soda and flour
Gettin' paid by the hour, see it proper devour
Ms J-a-d-e
of different flows that I ain't dropped
Walking round with ya drip you gon need a mop
Man that p**** n**** fake, yeen seen him flop
Had my head in a book never
your key chain
Look in the mirror and all
You see is a cliche i know you faded
Treat everyday like your P day
But you keep me paid, and get your weave
ridd'n right on the side and playa fo' real
I got's to skill
So tear it off, kick down, break bread
P.S.D., Mac Lee, Jay Tee - shake phat
International
to the front, eight cats on the blunt
The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump
We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk
My niggas run the V.I.P
y'all know how I feel
I cried tears for real, that's just how I feel for real
Damn, I'm still sad if you ain't notice I'm locked down by a prophecy
and bare it
Give me a mic, a platform, watch me tear it to pieces
This thesis, I'm my own kind of species
And so what? Kanye West thinks he's Jesus
None
machete
Lurkin in the streets with the villains
My aim deadly, (I'm here)
And Like Mike said I might just humble you (I might)
I see what you tryna do, it
sick, from my decision
*Pain!!! The badness increases
The goodness declines, while we are cut to pieces
*By the pain!!!
Crushed beneath it's heft
corrupted, I use a disguise inside they eyes
See the day, 7/4, meaning jungle of the lies
Samurai sci-fi, Shanghai to C.I.
Rabbis in God fill my pock' with
ridd'n right on the side and playa fo' real
I got's to skill
So tear it off, kick down, break bread
P.S.D., Mac Lee, Jay Tee - shake phat
International
nautious from the smell of burnin flesh
Cryin to God, think he can hear you beg?
Tears in your eyes, screamin "I can't feel my legs!"
You closer to death,
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