Lyrics:
of revelation)
This heavenly stone, placed in its home
By the hands of the chosen one
Oh I hear it cry just one more time
For a kiss from Rasulullah
Is this where
I guess the mission is for y'all to rap with this (Whip!, WHIP!)
Rap rhyme all the time whip it (WHIP WHIP WHIP OWWW!)
[Kool Moe Dee] Ladies
your mommy is
We just friends so she can't Clyde Bonnie us
Fly walls down in the fly halls
Come to the master suite leave every piece in the master
saw John the Baptist, on the atlas
Holdin' the masters to my Psalm under his arm
But long before I even wrote 'em
23 elders each wrote me a Psalm
Well Brother John went down to the garden,
On a long hot summer's day.
To watch that girl he would hide in the shadows,
As she worked the time
wrong dealings for you i'll do the time for you
i could feel your pain thus it is easy to cry
so please don't leave me cause i can't breath
[Chorus]
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" -> Slick Rick
Droolin from the mouth
again
Master, hit the switch - igor, he's alive!!
Yo set it off
Set it off, yo yo yo
Let's start ridin, my flows bring the tide in
While john
shamed, probably popping xans, trained by Diddy
Rocking a bun like he's Donnie Klang
“Stop trying to be Eminem” is what he'll probably say
‘The rebuttal'
baselines than Juno
Change more law in New York than Mr cuomo
Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo
Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hugo
Hold
This for all y'all niggaz dat tru to the g-zame.
From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice
Cream up and turn it into candy.
Mo
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
[Police Call]
211, 211 we are looking for Master P
The suspect is armed and dangerous, repeat armed and dangerous
[Master P]
I'm gone had to lose
Hey Louis...
Yeah?
Is that you?
Yes yes
Oh, I'm Scatman John. Would you like to sing a song, man?
Well,sure could
Look out! 1, 2, 3, 4...
The masters the leaders; you're trapped in the moment
Swords are drawn a lot of souls will perish
Rifles machetes war time is very deadly
Bullets in the sky
and secure
Who knows your dreams which pathways you'll follow
Time's too short before you must fly
Some innocent babes, they fall by the wayside
With no sense
(It's not what you did son
It's who you did it to...
Who? the fucking nobody?
That fucking nobody... is John Wick)
Okay listen up...
Tonight I'm not
gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle
Three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than
The eye can
gets lit
Shell is the master of disaster, havoc in ways of rhymin gangsta
Now who said that crime don't pay?
Cash checks for respect, microphones I wreck
the city
Smoke is heavy in my lungs I feel
The pressure bout to hit me
Shit it's a beautiful struggle
But you move in the rubble
And over time you learn
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is
what I shall be tomorrow...
This shit is way out of control...
So you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on..."
wrong dealings for you i'll do the time for you
i could feel your pain thus it is easy to cry
so please don't leave me cause i can't breath
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