Lyrics:
Don't pass on love
Inner voice
Inner voice
(Take it back take it back)
(Take it back take it back take it back)
(Take it back take it back take it back
voice like Fran Drescher
Doesn't matter in the end, 'cause I always win
Send him back to the fifth dimension once again
City's under siege, villains
me You will not never forget about me
I got zippers on my jeans, on my shoes And on my jacket, by the way
These jeans are equipped with a highly daily
Paul wall..chick magnet in stores
me and mick jones we the future baby
we comin' soon...its the swishahouse
straight to da room
I'm lookin' for
Yes muthafucka, the boys are back
With my vest and I'm tucked up with my boys in back, fucka
Hook
Max B:
You don't want it with them niggaz
While y'all
leaking from the lab
All brought to us play-by-play by Howard Cosell
You're going where no man has gone before
Because we owe you some favors
Paz and Allah
Macking Mary Magdalene, Howard Hewett from Shalamar
Rapping assassin like I'm back with Rawkus and Agallah
Pill to a blondie, the ill
keep putting in the work when your souls are sold
Imma make these tracks till my heart turns cold
I’ve been getting this money like I’m in the cartel
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
know that
I got some through backs
We can still go back
You said you good
Dam I should have known that
Feeling the blowback
Don't fix rejection
By
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
is
Fuck the Jones's, niggas trying to keep up with the Combses (Notorious)
C'mon y'all
We are, we are (what's his name)
No, No, No, Notorious
He
in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just
I'm staying gone
I ain't coming back
Ooh, when a young, black king was born
When these balls first kissed the sun
The entire world around me changed
I
What's good, skank? You cursed this boy
Fortune tellers can burn this joint
To see what's coming and rub their toys
And shun their voice, they're
up
And change my space up
Ever sense my mama dead
These days man I'm alway high
Cause my lows just don't get me by
Her voice in my head just makes me
spit I put bars on display
This one's for the homies from back in the day
No time for the ones that are phonies and fake
So I just say jaa ne and be
it strange
My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged
The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back
Who told em everytime I see Biancas give
waiting when I'm back on top
And you'll be there saying you gave me what I've got
You're just another voice in the chorus
You're just another voice in
on
Spitting out verses when the beat is hot
Vision ain’t blurred when I see the fog
Beefin’ up the track when I rap ’til it’s smacking
The fact is I’m hated by
business
Watch out for the bull Shìt glock 33 like scottie pippen
Thursday say they love me shit by Friday they'll be feeling different
Why niggas can't stop
ain't have none of that
We talked to each other
I'm bringing that back
Whatchu doing there boy? Tryna
Find some change? I can't find my phone
That would
Like how its howard or its hampton
I done raised the stakes
Staked it out
You probably catch me camping
They be blinded by my light
I'll be proud to say
them dey mad for here
To those that have ears, let them hear
Your father could be Dangote
Dont talk nonsense or you go see gobe (you dey jones)
Them go
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