Lyrics:
+Penn+
Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end
Glenn +Close+ enough to quickly duck the tapes
Richard +Gere+ ripped while he was climbin
Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end
Glenn close enough to quickly duck the tapes
Richard gear revved while he was climbin' Bill gates
He
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
a dream like Luther King yuh yuh
Aye lil bitch where you at just drop the ping uh huh
We getting trophies ain't no jokes we winning rings yuh yuh
Ain't
out from the common stare
Got no time to spare
Reckless on assignment, where
Records are decided
By the fineness of the timeless ear
I need a pen
Lay
I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx
It failed, my little fire
But it
train to purgatory
Standing room only
Nod off, smile, the clanging metal sounds
You are the opium serf of the hour
He is the heroin king of the piazza
nationalists need
To wake up and confront these
Traitors that are neglecting America
Now take a stand and tell them how you feel
About how the Democrats have
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
be
You live the life on TV
And I live the life in the streets
Don’t compare to these niggas
We are not the same
We might where the same clothes
But our
Yo, N-O-are-E eatin'
Fuck ya'll, niggas get hurt
You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt
Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot
Are you running?
(Are you running?, Are you running?)
Are you running?
(Are you running?, Are you running?)
Are you running?
(Are you running?, Are
smoke your shit
Shout the fuck up and
Off my Prick
You heard what I said
No support from no labels
So I
Inspect the deck
What you expect?
I respect where
Take your goblets, lift them higher raise a toast up towards the sky
Can you smell the burning flesh from the men tied to the stake?
His lordship's
Motherfucker"
"Oh Mother, where is my father?
Where is my brother?
Theyre at war, theyre at war
You made them join the dirty US army
You told them all a filthy
Believe me, when I say
Before light, there was dark
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going?
If I
Richard Ramirez on fleek
And I ain't even hit my peak
I am a freak
Thank you I'll be here all week
Ominous flow yeah you know the one I flaunt
Held every
tale of how things actually went
But either way the world began
Whatever was the final plan
Insanity is spreading
Where exactly are we heading?
So many
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
up the flow, they gon' bite it fo' sho
Put the stick on your bitch, 'cause you're hiding on low
This a 50, them young niggas ready to go
Richard
picture
The thought of losing you
Makes me feel sicker
Than a baseball pitcher
With vertigo
In this afterglow
I don't know
Where I want this to go
Sorry we
cops in neighborhoods
Populated by shoot first
Places I pray you shift if they can't hold you down
And when they do please don't ever resist
Me
Uh, so where you tryna go with it (go with it)
I’m out the starting gate with it and all you’ve done was speculate
I’m the next great and
If I wanted
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