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Ah, off mine! Current state of affairs... what?
Yeah
Nowadays rob it from forfeiture, my kingdom for a whip
Brother fixated on the leg and for the celly that flip
Lex foreign liquors for spot shit, dominate the punchline
Intellectual crunch time, I rhyme aboard the ghetto lunch line
Ah, niggas at once chime, they bust a nut on bustin' that
Listen to short, average brother, ain't many more left
Graven images treasure, countermeasures for sake of hip-hop
Trouble fuse inducements afforded seeds out of wedlock
Oedipuses of trial and streets that tri-colored dot
Piss and Guinness from the gutter, streams of cheddar divided
Who leave this paradise, West Sabbath, heard and not seen me
Floating to fist a prayer and jostle every first and fifth evil
Ghetto glorification push the product off the people
Supply side economics and its players sing the sequel
Grandmothers praying, God listening too
Now what you gonna do when time runs out on you?
Visions of glory, realism a gas (yeah)
As crook and willy pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions of glory, realism a sign (yeah)
It's quarter to, time I go for mine, time I go for mine
Visions of glory, realism a gas (yeah)
As crook and willy pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions of glory, realism a sign
Keep rock the kitten money off mine
Set off your nigga ploys schism to scheme
Heads all in the piss and more liquor wishes and collard green dreams
Metal those at the seams, I flame you down to real one
A single grain of sand amongst a motherfucking mill
Nigga be charlatan, all blaming they dose
Scores of imitated, they spawn intoxicating that hope
To what remains, I guess y'all mic checking
One, two, and be dead bodies in pools of
Urine and midlife and dope urban ruins
But who is able? Wicked ones that labeled it, punish the man
Salvation beg ler who have the wisdom yet understanding
To battle the souls while you can
Niggas appendages of evil as if fingers on Shaitan hand
Searching, keep looking for the drugs and meaning of
Illuminati ill experiment, maybe that's a fiend of a
Fiend, man, kid dip with rhymes of cleaner love
You go 'round the world, you wake up
Early and yet you still ain't seen enough
I'm a Republican, you Democrap, I wreck
Keep rock upheld as if I'm fighting upstream to spread
See, everything ain't all about causes and effects
You gots to suffer, sacrifice, then resurrect (resurrect)
Visions of glory, realism a gas (yeah)
As crook and willy pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions of glory, realism a sign (yeah)
It's quarter to, time I go for mine, time I go for mine
Visions of glory, realism a gas (yeah)
As crook and willy pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions of glory, realism a sign
Keep rock the kitten money off mine
Fiending and paving trails, you blaze and proud of your curves
R-W-I, your lyrical action speaking louder than words
You swerve and nerve it, gaze and murder
To those who eat of it unleavened
You brag of Maximas and Acuras to carry you to heaven
AM the marketplace, I born say a rhythm rock
I profit rhyme and kitten be my horn player
Head I head and salvo ingredients, I bring you some
Inform a rhyme, I'm flipping on return to top of the pendulum
Keep rocka my, correctiva, sight perspective of fools
Keep rock selective, I guard my optimism like jewels
Clever directive, I shine while at you dropping peace too
Got rhymes in hundreds like a package of cools
Rhythms of macros of rule, creativity be the highway high
I stand beside it, thumbing funky beats open to ride it
Grab hold of flow, I cut it, divide it, slip a twenty inside it
Ooh, you fight it, see me claiming glory from astride it
Leave my crew delighted, come head a skeptic of my ministry
Hit Doubty Thomas, kick a complicated
Like a ministry while others vomit
GM the kitten, add a symmetry, them all bizarre and
Implement production type funky, how the speaker warring
Harlem blonic and slang it, bonnet groove effective
It's the letter Y, your ghetto political incorrective
Minds of many manipulated pawns of power
They be praising they oppressor nowadays, now, nowadays
Visions of glory, realism a gas (yeah)
As crook and willy pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions of glory, realism a sign (yeah)
It's quarter to, time I go for mine, time I go for mine
Visions of glory, realism a gas (yeah)
As crook and willy pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions of glory, realism a sign
Keep rock the kitten money off mine
Yeah, off mine!
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