Lyrics:
Come on out, we got business to take care of
(What a time to be alive)
I've been waitin' for a day like this
The room is spinnin' no more, feet
Are
the streets, had to cash out
The streets got a way with
These hours as time management
Waving sticks like it was magic
And try to vanish it
Gotta use your
bitch I'm back
Know I keep a bad bitch by my side
That's a fact
Plenty bitches popping pills, sucking dick
We on that you gon' run off with the wave
Every
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Reject, nigga griselda
Fuck your chain and your watch
With diamonds inside the bezel
Fuck your favorite rapper, I
ain't wrong
You've multiplied my length by width
And our division's been too long
Now I wanna do math with you
Finally we're here alone
I just can't wait
the circles go away
Now it?s time to say what you will say
For better or for worse you got to know it all by heart
And as you?re making up your mind
of death surrounded me but was not my time
I still had one last breath
cshes and fire were my reward
I made perfection and pain was all I got back
This
Hotel, motel, holy ghost
Razor blade, jailbait, over dose
Woke up pristine no one knows
What you did last winter in the Poconos
Ayo, he got
What's up yall? It's life
Yeah I'm still rappin'
haven't been in action
But I haven't been relaxin'
Took a little breather
Cause it wasn't either
the Capricorn's dick
You got pulmonary edema
You'll soon be buried like Gary Coleman's career, but your skull recovered by FEMA
Attackin' the mental, walkin'
the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are
Parades, Disco Vice Cop Raids, Buggy Rides In The Park!--
We'll Just Razzle Dazzle 'Em, Even Hoc-us-poc-us 'Em,
Take 'Em By Surprise And Be A Hit!
We
dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain
This train's got
Calculating ETA with the midwife on the line
And this IvySon shit my religion
Still saved by the Son but there's one I call mine
My boy, yeah
And it's been
In the space, of the night, I'm just standing for what is right
A rite, of might and magic, huh, in a station of static
That's the nation of havoc, if
bent
But the beat is my therapist and on it is where I vent
It hit me like magic in January like ta-da
Devil offered a ride, I told the boy nada
Tryna
gone win this race today
I'm up now in my Marea mode I got my weight today
Give a fuck now, accused of being bougie by a snobby bitch
Made em scream my
what a sad tragic
I know they fakin' but I still believe in magic
Power, stones, karma, universe one way
No you turn no reversal 되돌릴 수 없는 시간
되돌릴
gone win this race today
I'm up now in my Marea mode I got my weight today
Give a f*** now, accused of being bougie by a snobby b****
Made em scream my
dick,
Hypnotized by this shit that I spit, ya
Slow flow new flavor in yo ear,
I used to swear mane talk was cheap,
Now I'm in it 20 thousand feet,
coming
I came a long way but it's still twenty nine hundred
It's forth down naw I ain't punting
When my cousin touched down I got my ni**a whatever he
"Usually it starts by, you know
Crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing
On the wall, and then, you know
We come in right
I’m privy to the fact of the matter
That I shatter all records for the new king
Pardon as I catapult (yeah)
Fly high, Earl Manigault
Still in
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr magic
Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin'
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