Lyrics:
to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough
sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough money to slum kids, kings will
cocaine to your followers
To me you're a sell out an uncle Tom
In the tom tom club droppin' bombs
Causing confusion shootin' and killin'
You're playin
take over like a parasite
And you're all alone, look to me for light
I ain't going down, not without a single fight
And if I do, you know it won't be
slash
Shout-out to costanzo, slash
Shout-out to pinheadmz, slash
Any claims made by anyone on what Handshake does or
will do does not necessarily have
yeah, yeah, hello already... what?... Well, yeah?... Ah, are you kidding... ? You're not kidding... a mountain... ? With a tree growing off of its
Because you came too damn far, because
You've known what struggling is
And you're not going to
Take an opportunity for
Granted the hunger and ability to win
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
in series
Organized systematically for easier control
It's not about your mind anymore, it's about your soul
Yes
You're not having delusions
Yes you
on the Cheetos
Don't think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I'm
at the very least
If not for anyone then they’re for me
Something back then that I couldn’t see
But when the subjects you, you’re the best teach
Thank you for
hand
With a stamp that says I paid to get in
And yes I am your television show
And you're the nicest place I've ever been
Let's just get naked
Just for
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
do it, don't dare
Don't care who you know from my block
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
They can take my car and my creps
I'll still do
do it, don't dare
Don't care who you know from my block
You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed
They can take my car and my creps
I'll still do
like
You're either with us or not there is no in between
If you ain't doing anything, you're helping the machine
The machine runs this country by
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
like
You're either with us or not there is no in-between
If you ain't doing anything, you're helping the machine
The machine runs this country by
your dance on TikTok
Like you love yourself a lot
Be the star with a heart
Even when you’re not
It’s gonna be a bumpy road
But we all know that
it into his eye
KC bitch, you're about to go down
Imma kill you right now, you're about to drown
My name is Tom, not KC
Let out your last words, let me
you’re not perfect, don’t be sad
Because some things are only temporary
Like the tough 31 days of January
What I mean is your happiness is within you
Never
gums flapping
But you know fuck all about action
You're not really helping, you're just catching impressions
I bet you don't discuss that bit in your
you, I'll realign
The bad thoughts that be on my mind
Helping me see what I'm doing right
Show me the way like a beam of light
Stay by my side, you my
(I can just remember)
Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
Just another area
For me to patrol
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