Lyrics

I keep it dirty like Louisiana swamp rats Bikers with the jail tats Undiscovered body in the house so the mail stacks Stale Ap, fuck Hell in Satan I'll impale him in Salem Mass Compared to me, the Devil is trailer trash God awful apostle, fossilized These know-it-all mahfuckers trying to philosophize Bunch of Youtube scholars Swear they kicking it deep as Genius Theories of the Illuminati and Jesus Please bitch, you brand new, New Jack amateur Back in '94 me and Vin was studying the Urantia Holy tabernacles, Zachariah [?] and spit in you Bullshit, admit your fact written was suede fiction E.S. can make it happen Blatantly breaking your back and Rappers are fake when they're clapping Cartridges this artist is a narcissistic arsonist Carcasses start to decompose We throw 'em in ocean for the shark and fish to gargle with This sword I sharpen this, no Excaliber, never tarnishes I'll bring the carnage to your cartilage, you want no parts of this No, the most arrogant character causing massacre, laugh at ya I'm the last of cast since the Perriah A rap critter's messiah, the glass prism reflection of that wisdom So cold the water froze at my baptism But I'll still burn you quicker than my skin in Africa Attach you to a catheter, AOTP ambassador {X2} Artillery stop enemies, got plenty You're not killing anything with the shots you're sending Crush ya bus pipes, you can hear the metal bending (The Army's here) There can only be one ending Everybody hit the floor, y'all don't got a choice I hit hard like the bass that was in my father's voice I ain't [?] god anoints Often wrong, never in doubt like Donnie Deutsch See I was robbing motherfuckers, a taker of things The star chaser, Allah nature, maker of wings Empire of Egypt with your critical thinking It was never the fetus of physical sinking Seek truth find knowledge and became wisdom Accurately accepting from the same prism I'm the man behind the number what the game missing Peace to all of my brothers that's in the state prison I would never lay lifeless across the gurney I would never flip flop go topsey turvey That audible shit I do it cold turkey You will never air me out or do me dirty I'll bring the hurricane to you like I was Testaverde Niggas extra thirsty, love to beg for mercy I don't stress no bird, they do not concern me Paz flex the thirty, eight to stretch they jersey And they all play dumb like they ain't heard of me So I'ma murder them before they murder me Can't paint the town red cause all I see is burgundy So if you see me on the strip it's an emergency If I said it once I said it a thousand times You couldn't see me if I let you spit a thousand rhymes A cloud of smoke, the only thing I left behind Come after mine, I protect it with that black iron It ain't about a punchline when it's crunch time It's all about the moonlight then the sunshine Cause when it's dark out And the hawks out Them hammer jammers go bananas for your parka ock Don't get your life took Don't get your wife took She'd rather be with me I can tell it just by the look Been living by the book Pharaoh in the big city I don't survive I thrive I am one of many
Writer(s): Vincent Luviner, Chad Aaron Bromley, Todd J. Spadafore, Lawrence Arnell Macmillan, Marcus Albaladejo, Ryan Seamus Padraic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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