Eat My TV for Dinner

Yeah, got it, remix

We're all children, still we're all children

Yeah, turn this up

Heaven only knows if they'll hear this

Heaven only knows if they'll hear me

Yeah, you know what?

Heaven only knows

Cause I don't understand

Won't you tell me please

What's the master plan

Spent so many days

Sitting on a cloud

Heaven only knows

So I'll just move on

Now, now, now, I break out of my physical shell

And exhale past the so-called body

Used to go to the party

But now I'm sitting chill with a pen and a pad

Dropping ill philosophical science

Me and my dad, we talk about life

Life

And how it started

How we departed from life's path

Improbable right math

The task at hand

Is making people understand

That we're not who we think we are

Within this land

If the laws to cause the souls could be so high

People be getting high

Wondering why we die

But it's all planned

Forget your fear, take the hand

We keep on returning

Cause the lessons need learning

Concerning the fact

I sing and I rap

I hold this mic contact

Critics can step back and analyze

I energize the cosmic rays

And daze the eggnog

Get heaven on my mind

And the signal from the sun

Cause I don't understand

Won't you tell me

Cause I pray every day

What's the master plan

Spent so many days

Sitting on a cloud

Heaven only knows

So how's this moving cloud

Riddle me this

Riddle me this like this

Melodical prodigal flows

Hypnotic flows

The brain pieces

Telekinesis

When I reach this pinnacle

Cynical clinical

Micro-microphone autobots

Waiting on lotto spots

Trying to rock

But yo they can't understand

There's only one plan

The time is at hand

If they hear 2-0-1-1

The people of the sun return

To feed the righteous children now

I know you want to be on top of the world

Giving a dominant pearl to your girl

Watching your jacuzzi swirl

Seems like material lust

We need to look up through the heavens

For imperial trust me

It's kinda hard when you rob sometimes

Everybody wants a scrutinize

Redefine who you want to be

We need to look up through the heavens

For imperial trust me

It's kinda hard when you rob sometimes

Everybody wants a scrutinize

Redefine who you want to be

We need to look up through the heavens

For imperial trust me

It's kinda hard when you rob sometimes

Everybody wants a scrutinize

Redefine who you want to be

We need to look up through the heavens

For imperial trust me

It's kinda hard when you rob sometimes

Everybody wants a scrutinize

Redefine who you are

But every person is a star

So let your light shine far

Heaven only knows

Cause I don't understand

Don't understand

Won't you tell me

Tell me

What's the master plan

I wanna know the plan

Spent so many days

Sitting on a cloud

Heaven only knows

If you feel this hard

So I'll dress you up

Singing with me like a

And they don't want that, and they don't want that

Free them, they will start revolutions

And Babylon cannot defeat them

Mind revolution, mind revolution

And so, uh, ha ha, my sister Sage and my girl Craft

And Shadow Thorn and S-Love and Nigel

And the figure four, uh-huh, the rascals

And Cardinal and my mama and dad

My brother A and my brother J

And the whole world, uh-huh, the T-Dot, uh-huh

The fan city, uh-huh, the whole world, uh-huh

You get love, uh-huh

Yeah

We sell crack to our own out the back of our homes

We smell the must of the dusk and the crack of the dawn

We go to episodes, too, like Attack of the Clones

What till we break a bag and you hear the crack of the bone

To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

We commute to computers, spirits, they muse

While your eagles spread rumors

We survivalists turn to consumers

Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

You ask why some people gotta live in a trailer?

Just like a sailor, I paint a picture with a pen like Norman Mailer

Me and Quella raised three daughters all by herself

With no help, I think about the struggles and I find the strength in myself

These words melt in my mouth, they hot like the jail cell in the south

Before my nigger core bails me out

To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

We do and die like best stars, see the red sky

The window of the red island, the lead blinds

We rap, shit, live in the lead, die

I didn't score, I woke up, feelin' brand new

I jumped up, feelin' my way

My high and my low and my score and my goals

Just to stop smokin' and stop drinkin'

But I've been thinkin' I got my reasons

Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

Just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

We keepin' gangsta, stay for shizzle, for sheezy and stayin' crunk

It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees and we stay drunk

Your activism, attackin' the system, the blacks and Latins

In prison, numbers in prison, they victim, black in the vision

Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to

I let em know we missin' you, your love is unconditional

Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable

Your position is typical, I ain't pullin' you now

What?

Just to get by, just to get by

To get fly, the TV got us reaching for stars

Not the ones between Venus and Mars

The ones that be reading for parts

The people get breathless, hands resent, penis enlarged

It's Saturday, Sunday, Sunday morning at the feet of the father

They need something to rely on

We get high on all types of drugs

When all you really need is love

Just to get by, just to get by

My parents sing like John Lennon

Imagine all the people watch me

Rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last

Beat them dry, boy

This morning, I woke up feeling brand new

And I jumped up feeling my high

And my low, and my sore, and my cold

Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking

Today I'm thinking I got my reasons

Just to get by, just to get by

You're looking up, yeah

Some people cry, some people try

Just to get by for a piece of the pie

You love to eat if you're high

We can see the reason

We lie, and we keep on the fly

And get you jump, jump

When the people decide

To keep up the skies

You can't see the eyes

See the evil inside

The best people to find

Stronger people in mind

I say, reading inside

You get to jump, jump

Some people cry, some people try

Just to get by for a piece of the pie

You love to eat if you're high

We can see the reason

We lie, and we keep on the fly

And get you jump, jump

When the people decide

To keep up the skies

You can't see the eyes

See the evil inside

The best people you find

Stronger people in mind

I say, reading inside

You get to jump, jump

What's up, fresh is our turn, baby

Get up, get the boots for your boots

Our coaches, them coaches

Ain't got no job, but I stay shy

I stay shy

Can't pay my rent

I can't pay cause all my money's spent

But that's okay, cause I'm still fly

Cause I'm so fast

Gotta pull the trigger, yeah

And my new E-class

And my E-class beat

Boys, that's so right

Cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything

And my mama

But I'm good, bitch

Get your car clean

Gems on shot

Get a mink, baby girl

Let's ride

You the number one star

Don't glide

And go straight to the mall

And tell them I want to fly

On the inside

You that Proud of Gucci

Full link leather

Burb is cooler

Gucci sweater

20 inches

Pop my feather

The Birdman dead

I fly anywhere

The alligator seats

With the head in the inside

Smiling on the dash

G-Wagon so fly

Number one

Don't tangle and twist it

When they come to these cars

I am that nigga

The G-G-G-Gucci

With the matching interior

Three wheel ride

With the tie in the middle

It's fresh and stunner

And we like it

And we like brothers

We shine like pink

That is our summer

Get up boots

With a pair of child Gucci suits

Ain't got no job

But I stay shy

Can't pay my rent

Cause all my money spent

But that's okay

Cause I'm still fly

Gotta go and take a gas

In my new E-Class

But that's alright

Cause I'm gonna ride

Got everything

In my momma name

But I'm good rich

La la la la la la la la la

Have you ever seen

Crocodile sit to the truck

Turn around and sit it down

And let him bite your butt

See the steering wheel

Is from the dashboard of my name

With your baby momma

Play us where you can find me

Pussy to the parking lot on 24th

Cadillac Escalade

With the chromed out nose

With the navigation radius

With the navigation arrow

Hit it straight to your spot

Bruh your wife really love me

Cause the sex is so hot

Put the Caddy up

Start the three-wheel bend

Hyper White Lights

Ultraviolet lens

Sumatuma Tires

And they gotta be run in Flap

TV with a horn go

What did you count that

Imma show you some Shit

Rookie Press that button

The Trump went

And all of a sudden

Four-fifthies didn't see no wires

And then I heardang-ang

Boom!

Amplifiers

We'll see you next time.

Bye-bye.

The text the better but sense the better

Now out, if not yow

Then them gonna lose all them spots yow

Me and my friend them start collect the top now, now

With these, taking over our territories

Please, don't come in on my way when me a squeeze

The shot can't be heard from inna the West Indies

Smell the gunpowder inna Jamaican breeze

Trees, smoked by the pawn by the keys

Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas

Top notch with top notch, so tellin' I better stop

Watch the way I wi' be cockin' it, makin' these deeds

Drownin' it, yo, pickin' up the pace

Double diamond it, yo, up inna your face

Redifinin' it, ayy, better get your mind in it

Or else you a go get left behind in it

Yo, grindin' it, yo, pickin' up the pace

Double diamond it, ayy, up inna your face

Redifinin' it, yo, better get your mind in it

Or else you a go get left behind in it

Watch the size of them rims on that car, n***a, huh?

Can they see that chain from afar, n***a, huh?

Watch your game be like

Watch your change be like

So watch your name be like

Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this

People sell them soul for a slice of bread

Don't watch a man busy, make your eye turn red

Pay attention to life, so easy, man, dead

It's already been written, man, it's already been said

Me traveler tells you might just feel like a guy head

You might pick up Teflon mixed with lead

Don't get me angry, man, I'm not the fed

No snitches, I work for CIA and feds

Me beat them badly, I make the whole of them beg

I dissed the original, look at me

Balling, boom, staggered, freestyle fanatic

Staying quietly in my attic

Spitting like a damn automatic

For let me tell you, shitting like elastic

Watched all the static

Let me tell you, Pharrell, yo, give me your chance

Make all the people, them dance

Let me tell you, full up, no france

Let me tell you, feel yes, the shine

Know what I'm clean, what is mine

Let me tell you, leave that design

Special in crime, grind and fry

N***as better stay in line with

See a n***a like me shining

Riding, grinding

You know what I keep in the lining

N***as better stay in line with

See a n***a like me shining

They just keep holding me

Won't let go

For both can be

N***as trying to stop my dough

Well if it isn't Mr. Canadian

Mr. Canuck, T-Dot n***as

We don't give a

Mr. Carter now stealing front side of your mind

Flipping four up on a urban

Sell it in front of your house

Bad boy, big talk

With this something pan-cock

Right now, your dirty clock

Don't salt her up now

What a man am I saying?

Five plus two, yo, we flip that time

Make the English pong, the PSO plus ten

Still fire pan and fussy and grind it, gyal

Damn, all your memes seen

Come again, we make the green, you know

Swell it to the seam, you know

Chronic, supersonic, tonic

Juggle it to a fiend, you know

Mr. Carter now deal with the mic

Rocking VN to the dot

Stop whining when we

Watch the size of the rims on that car, n***a, huh?

Can they see that chain from afar, n***a, huh?

What's your game be like?

What's your change be like?

So what's your name be like?

Ma, you don't need more ghetto than that

When I walk up in the piece

I ain't got a inch free

I'm a bad man, my jammer got every motherfucker

You ain't got it like me

I ain't stunting these hoes

Need to talk, what you know

Let's stop talking my hoes

I'm sticking and licking just mad that they chose

I know y'all poor, y'all broke

Y'all job just hanging up close

Step to me, get burnt like toast

Motherfuckers, adios amigos

Hi-hi, close, close

I don't brag, I mostly boast

From the VA to the L.A. coast

Is it, yeah, is it, no?

We'll be right back.

Kangaroo

Your site

Let's keep it on the board

That we ain't trying to lose

Blood type

Say I be goddamned

And they done changed the rules

Say lie y'all

Your site

Blood type

And cause my boys

Plug three and two

My name's Plug One

I'm here to do

The job that you

Respect me

Baptize the rap

And open our daily

To know how

Proof of vision

The incision

Of a song

Called a smile

Across your face

From life

Sometimes your body

Needs to feel stressed

To appreciate the joy

And cause my boys

Plug three and two

My name's Plug One

Hattie's third son

Here to do

Let's move the heart

Sort out the light

Nope

Did not decide

To be famed

They lie

No but not to know how

Song of color

Smile across your face

From life

We'll keep your arms raised

Listen to this rap alone

May not be

Chock full of soul

We all shine down on the world

Ay yo, give it up

You're not in

Shape the play against my men

Keep lungs to blow just like

Gabriel, stun in your sight

Move the heart of every blood type

Through the dark and every blood fight

After war, pass peace pipe

Ask forgiveness and cease life

Down with that

Come on, man

Come on, come on

Right in the stack

Down with that

Ay yo, give it up

Low and straight

Swing your high

Down...

Chock full of soul

Play along

Work the night

Down and straight

Swing your high

Down...

Chock full of soul

Get yourself down

This piece is

Dying

Thank you.

Usin' them faux tracks, homemade poppa stoppas and adats

And don't stop!

Brought to you by the Kicks snare hat for break beats

Level in the red cause 808 bass peaks

We like a junkie on them 1200 techniques

We at heart to knock a hip hoppa the next weekie

I'm what's new on the streets, fresh meat

While most outta reach, sniff snow and tweet

They stole the key to the patent office to get my recipe

I did a piss poor job like imitation Elvis Presley

They blew you up in lights, blew up snipes like Wesley

Don't think for one second truth won't manifest destiny westwardly

For all of you desperately seeking suits and MCs

Cruisin' for a bruiser and battle losin'

Report to CVE for special schooling

And book my new CD, I'll give you the rights for record pool

And you'll like break beats

And beatin' on the walls in the bathroom

We B-Boys, B-Boy forever

Cause we like break beats and beatin' on the walls in bathrooms

Break beats, beatin' on the walls in bathrooms

The B-Boy, B-Boy forever

We like break beats

And beatin' on the walls in bathrooms

Break beats, beatin' on the walls in bathrooms

The B-Boy, B-Boy forever

I'm a B-Boy, and they call it strap

Now wear the B-Girl, fat laces and all that

The kick snare hat is the basis of all rap

And break beats, 808 bass peaks

An addiction to rockin' and yellin' bass

Spin like the fix of your syringe

Bound to hit you in the end

Let's say I'm a mic hog from Micaholics Anonymous

Your style is still monotonous to all of us

Name calling while freestyling is so obvious

You should be cautious

I make rappers sick nauseous

Sweaty palms

DK, A. Walrus, and Eddie Alon

M9, Oogaz, Tula, first bomb

Already zoned

Why I'm dope whether paid or the fete is gone

If I want a title, not a defender can stop me

I'm down with Phoenix, Orion, South

Super that Anunnaki, Zulu, Irie

Backed by the elephant tract and a diary of diskettes

8X cassettes

Etched in stone tablets

Where scholars compare texts

We're clever

Beat boys and beat girls forever

And we like break beats

And beating on the walls of bathrooms

Break beats

Beating on the walls of bathrooms

Break beats

Beating on the walls of bathrooms

The beat boys beat boys forever

We like break beats

And beating on the walls of bathrooms

Break beats

Beating on the walls of bathrooms

Break beats

Beating on the walls of bathrooms

Beat boys and beat girls forever

Suck a DJ's beat

Yeah, you cuttin' but your needle skippin'

Your wack MCs make people listen

Nah, way too bitchy, they're mannerisms

The young guns always tryin' to test the old

For us, the West was wanted, good life, Project Blood

Sound clash like a J.A.

Orchard, underground, we in L.A.

Hip-hop culture, no matter where we on the charts

Stay true to the old

Whether major or independent, no hip-hop's commandments

Thou shalt not sign unless they really behind you

Stress is where we gon' find you

Let's Jack remind you of fresh, deaf, don't get dumb

Breakdance, tribe, music, and style

Elements make hands, clap and boom back

Say yes, y'all, rock on, steady

Your L.A. breakers in the West, y'all

Hip-hop, they do it out in the park

Let's come together, Continental B-Boys

We like breakbeats and beatin' on the walls and bathrooms

Breakbeats, beatin' on the walls and bedrooms

Breakbeats, beatin' on the tables and lunchrooms

The B-Boys, B-Boys, L

We like breakbeats

And beatin' on the hallway bars

And breakbeats, beatin' on the cars and stalls

And breakbeats, beatin' on the walls and bathrooms

The B-Boys, B-Boys, L

Go, go, keep goin', go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

It's your birthday, we gon' party like it's your birthday

We gon' sip a cardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck, and that's your birthday

You'll find me in the club, bottle full of bud

Look, money, I got the egg, sippin' and taking drugs

I'm a L.A.

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, get into gettin' rough

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub

Look, mommy, I got that, so get into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, get into gettin' rough

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on duck

When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club

Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love

When you shout like Eminem and the Hulk, they wanna fuck

Homie, ain't nothin' changed, hold down, G's up

I see exhibit in the club, they niggas roll that weed up

If you watch how I move, you mistake before I play up here

I've been hit with a few shells, but now I walk with a limp

In the hood and the lady sayin' 50, you hot

They like me, I want them to love me like they love pop

But I live in New York, and niggas should tell you I'm loco

When your plan is to put the rap game in a chunk

Cause I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind

Got a meal, I'm the deal, and I'm still on the grind

Now shorty say she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow

A girl from Woodeddy guy, and they ready to go

What's up?

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bulbs

Look, money, I got the ecstasy in the take a drug

I'm here now, I have a set time, and I'm making love

So come give me a hug, if you're in the getting world

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bulbs

Look, money, I got the ecstasy in the take a drug

I'm here now, I have a set time, and I'm making love

So come give me a hug, if you're in the getting world

My flow, my show brought me to go

That brought me all my fancy things

My crib, my cars, my clothes, my выйer

Look, nigga, I done came on and I ain't changed

And you should love it way more than you hate it

Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it

I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life

You that faggot-ass nigga tryna pull me back, guys

My dog get the bumpin' in the club, it's on

I'm with my ass, you bitch, if she smile, she gone

Hit the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn

Don't tell me nothing about money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'ma tell you a face for me, cause go ahead, switch the style up

Niggas hate to let her make them want the money, pal, look

And we can go upside the head with a bottle of booze

They know what we fuckin' be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of booze

Look, mommy, I got that sick, you're gonna take me drugs

I'm in there havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come get me up, get me in there, get me rough

You can find me in the club, bottle full of booze

Look, mommy, I got that sick, you're gonna take me drugs

I'm in there havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come get me up, get me in there, get me rough

Don't try to act like you don't know where we been, nigga

I'm in the club all the time, nigga

It's a problem, pop off, nigga

G-Unit

I have a request tonight

When you

When you hear this

That is the introduction

This is how I represent

I rock the mic 110%

It's intimate

I keep the party moving like an immigrant

Binary star, superstar

It's no coincidence

Every verse is intricate

This ain't a circus in a tent

We don't get down like them clowns in the kents

I'm used to being indigent

Who said it's all about the Benjamins?

I want a fortune

I want to make music and hit the lottery

Fortunate, I want to make music and hit the lottery

My music is never watery

That's how it gotta be as far as I can see

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see

My view is like astronomy

It ain't all about economy

So the fact that all these whack MCs

Is making G's don't bother me, honestly

My number one policy is quality

Never sell my soul, it's my philosophy

High velocity, lyrics like Nostradamus

Making privacy

I told you cats a long time ago, it ain't no stop

I bought me a set, it's not a threat, it's a promise

Got everybody riding on my wagon like the Amish

But still I never claim to be a beast

Big rap star, cause no matter who you are

It's still a lot who act raw

Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this

I'm bad to the bone, but X-rays can't even see this

See, I'm strategic, I let your money talk bullshit

Walk while I keep it rolling like paraplegics

Whoever's on the microphone, let it be known

You in danger, I got necks like the Boston Strangler

You ain't never heard an MC speak like this

And Rodney King ain't never felt the beat like this

That is the main scene

I-I-I-I-I-I-I want to do something else

Get a grip on yourself cause you ain't gripping mine

Life and times idolized, rap guys out of line

Careers are finalized, collide with the serenade

Cyanide, you've applied for psilocybe

The thing that makes killers hide

Hang them high by they gold-linked necktie

And drain them dry into temper style

Now you ain't caught, so you ain't that high

Want to be Aaron Aud, if then get swarted

For acting fly, masterminds

Grappy rhymes ill when from drafty

They chill spines like the Alpines Runnin' up on Sanam Turbines

A close encounter of the worst kind Go ask them cats at Herdheim

Lyrical turpentine Who wanna taste mine?

I carry hell on the waistline Gods give the baseline so let the phlegm fly

I surmise seven-five through the MI When I forcefully Jedi in the bull's eye

Red eye, heads fly, bet I Sharpshoot dead eye

Snooze cruise bet by Mary Lou Flippin' eye, Papal punk grippin' eye

Stompin' eyes, simplify, represent temper I signify, workin' rhyme, ain't nothin' similar

Or Gemini, we're in this perimeter Sepemini, cats be cut dry

I'm a wild, wet guy I be rainin' precipitation till it's one inch

from neck high I rest fly, kids, mid-sky

Without an alibi Who said you rap tight?

You come unravel by a slice of this rap Scalpel, guys, quick as apple pie

I'm learned in all schools of thought And shit you baffled by

Conceptual, intellectual, fox life Silla oxide, rhymes flow like a rock slide

You must've forgot, I

Trap your ass, knock, leadin' cock I'd bruise battered, broken up, open cut

Dipped in peroxide Death to the pot fly

Usually I don't do request numbers Unless, of course, I have been asked to do so

I stagger in the gathering Possessed by a pattern that be scatterin'

Over the globe, all my vocals be travelin' Unravelin', my abdomen is slimed

This babbling grammatic stat of masculine I grab the mint, verbally badgerin' broads

I wish that Madeline Was back on video LP

Well, I knew it this time But against all odds

I gotta even steatin' Proceeded readin'

I believe in everything I'm readin' But my brain was bleated-needing, beatin'

And exercise, I didn't seek the best of odds This a lot of text to lies

I analyze where I rest my eyes It testifies the best of gods with punch lines

I'm nasty when it's crunch time Fire my light one time

If poetry was pussy, I'd be sunshine Cause I deliver like the sun chimes

Come findin' one's minds I done rhymes, I combine

I'm hyped like I'm unsigned My diet, I unswine

Eatin' beef sometimes I'm trying to cut back on that shit

This rap shit is true, it's true, it's true It's true, it's true, it's true

This rap shit is true, it's true, it's true, it's true

Out of control, my style is too developed to be arrested

It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole

They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell, so I was sell

I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail

While Mr. Meaningful on his knee from the jury

I asked no for his ID and the judge thought it was two of me

Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprint

Stay relinquished since, cause I was guilty of the sentence

I ride the rhythm like a swim bike when in dim light

I use insight to enlighten, right shit to skin tight

Words of wisdom well from my windpipe, imagination's in flight

I send light like Ben's kite, I bend right

Get open like on gym nights, and in fights I send lights

Don't look with skins, my friends like I spend nights up in dykes

Despite I've been indicted, I'm still a man

I got it as a freak of all trades

I got it made

I pay the bass lines, wrist to wrist, flying drums

Come from a tribe of bums, hooked on Nico and mums

Had the heart with a malt liquor

Cause off the malt lick I fought niggas

Now my speech and thoughts quicker

Through some south side streets with no heat and no sticker

You out got my back and we don't get no thicker

You out got my back and we don't, I check it

I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga

When it's my turn to go, I gotta go

And I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga

Gone with the storm

Resurrection

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

Who needs witnesses when my tag's all over the body bag?

I took part in deep heart extraction

Level the floor with action

That's words like old Datsun

Spit rings like Daddy Saturn

And candy patterns are regular

King's suffocation

Cannibal crusher, Russian competitor

To the radiator

Generation accelerator

Critical movement

My mic is an armored tank

You can draw your own conclusion

One strike per person

Swing when you wish

Of course you'll miss

And thrust it through your own society

I double building on its windows

Carry the elevator

Compare it to someone else

I'll bury the excavator

You'll need a purday of space

A deck full of jacks

Not the Georgia peripheral

Terminal diamond back

My mind's what Pompeii is

My mouth's what a bomb bans

Blocks throughout my powerhouse

Rocking systems generated

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

Don't tamper with it

Template, it's definitely different

Twist and turn

Burning a permanent imprint

Scarred for life

I'm rifling through this verse

The last one to disperse

The first to cast a curse

Take full form

We swarm

Abnormally hot

Underground in surround sound

That's how we rock

Fully loaded and cocked

Devoted to exploding

It's been told

I showed you how to break the mold

And fold a knot

A lot of tension within

Afraid to unlatch it

I might get carried away

And bury the hatchet

A basket case

Get carried away in a casket

Man, are you a bastard?

No, I'm very inventive

I can sense the undead just past the entrance

I'm sick with every sentence

But it's not that simple

I'm simply complicated

We shine experimental

Energy derived from the center of the temple

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

Excellers I'm propelling

In my element

Yelling full of adrenaline

I tell them I'm a felon and a gentleman

I've been along the wrong road

Old habits die hard

Now I chose a brighter path

But I'm left mentally scarred

I'm a felon and a gentleman

Who beats them down like nails

Heels lapel

Scorpions wail

Drink fire water rails

Inhale a meal of steel rails

Then I swing my bent tail

And dent your details

While I'm cracking with immaculate tactics

Acting up respectable form

Perfected an electrical storm

Expect that I'm exceptional

Full-blown profession

We reserve the right to preserve

While in progression

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

New details, mad child prevailed

I ain't sad, ain't gonna die

For getting the things that you want

Versus getting the things that you need

Tell me how bad do you want it

Tell me how much of a scream

But getting the things that you want

Versus getting the things that you need

Tell me how bad do you want it

Tell me how much of a scream

You want wine, need water

These wines we offer the kind of authors

To knock you out of ignorance

End of the anus

Begin to the finish

And with the men significant

Welfare recipients tragic

Addicts with a bad habit

Somebody's baby's mama at the Carter

In the new Jack City

Oh, what a pity this again

Locked up for soliciting

Oh, this profession

The men buy, so we're selling

You want pork, need veggies

For your bones to pour

Be ready for Armageddon

Hold the fork down

Go to the court trial

Get it quitted

Be committed to the sacrifice

It's a lot of pie

Ab, get a slice

Tell me how bad do you want it

Tell me how much of a scream

But getting the things that you want

Versus getting the things that you need

Tell me how bad do you want it

Tell me how much of a scream

But getting the things that you want

Versus getting the things that you need

Tell me how bad do you want it

Tell me how much of a scream

But getting the things that you want

Versus getting the things that you need

Right about now near a drop

Been smoking some old janky road

Stress blunts

I want skunk

I really want my baby mama cunt

She kick it with punks

When I know her family man what she want

Been mad mads on the rack every month

I should just pump booze like footballs

My goal's to make you look y'all

I could call some stunts

From porno industries

Or get some from industry

I don't care what you think

Shady heat that's meant for me

But what I want and what I need

Should be about me and my C's

And sometimes I have flashbacks

And chop and crack the weed

Moving X and LSD

Having sex with more than three

Busting checks for 50 G's

Cashing jets and pushing keys

Lexing connects with the greed I possess

Take the Rolex off your wrist

Take the Rolodex off your desk

But in the long run

I'm a strong son

Those klepto days are done

My life reflects

Universal cause and effects

And that's what I'm talking about

I'm a strong son

Versus getting the things that you need

Man, I want money

I need food, I want clothes

I need housing, I want cars

I need good health, I need knowledge of self

I got knowledge of self

I want peace, but I need help

I want to do right, but I need the mic

I want wings, but they gave me a back

I need lighting, I want the blacks

To know they need the facts

I want a Cadillac, but I need tracks to make stacks

I want a million to bank and a pound to dank

But I need to think, cause I can sink

And get caught up in the funk stack

I want to pull rank, but I need to be a saint

So I need a prayer, and after that I'll need a drink

Cause I want to be wanted, need to be needed

But I want to stay blunted and need to be weeded

For my own goodness sake, I want to escape

But I need to set you straight

So tell me how bad do you want it, punk

And tell me how much of it's greed

Versus getting the things that you want, pumpkin

Or getting the things that you need, sucker

Versus giving the things that you need

And tell me how bad do you want it

And tell me how much of it's greed

Or getting the things that you want

Versus getting the things that you need

And tell me how bad do you want it

Or getting the things that you want, pumpkin

That's it, turn the page on the day

Walk away, cause there's sense in what I say

I'm 45th generation Roman

But I don't know em or care when I'm spitting

So return to your sitting position and listen

It's fitting, and I'm miles ahead and they chase me

Show your face on TV, then we'll see

You can't do half, my crew laughs

At your rhubarb and custard verses

You rain down curses, but I'm waving your hearses

Driving me crazy, I'm 45th generation Roman

by streets riding high with the beats in the sky all stare eyes glazed garage burned down the fire

raged for 40 days and in 40 ways but through the blaze they see it fade the sea of black the

beaming heat on their faces then a figure emerges from the wastage eyes transfixed with a piercing

gaze one hand clutching his sword raised to the sky they wonder how they wonder why the sky turns

white it all becomes clear they felt lifted from their fears they shed tears in the light after

six dark years young bold soldiers the fire burns cracks and smoulders five years older and wiser

the fires are burning on fire never tire slay warriors in the forests and on higher we sing

hear the strings rising the wars over the bells ring memories fading soldiers slaying looks like

geysers raving the hazy fog over the bullring the lazy ways the birds sing

you

a new baby's born every day a few men may be scorned today but look at things the other way

because it may well be your final day and then the crowds roar they slay they all say

i produce this using only my bare wit give me a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat

use war and past injuries my metaphor is simile get all applications into me before the deadline

because it's a fine line between strife for crimes and a life of crime but you will reach the day

and it's all mine

you can take it or leave it i shake and reveal stage tricks like jimi hendrix in the afterlife

gladiators meet their maker float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water to the next

life from the fortress away from the knives and slaughter to their wives and daughters

once more before the lord judges over all of us it's in this place you'll see me brace yourself

because this goes deep i'll show you the secrets of the sky and the birds actions speak louder than

words

stand by me my apprentice

be brave clench fists

hey yo

hey yo now you don't know we do it my way what i say goes it's the bar now no long talk

mark our red brother pop the cork you might see me in the beastly jeans of the black one

turns to the back looking all low-key

baseball couch

like i just don't want to be seen that's me

yeah get to know big danny b with the cap down low lean up for the bar that's how i'ma ride

the good buddy girls are shaking on time stylish girls in stretch jeans like movie stars or porn queens

the old war good and old porkling balling it out in big wigs don't need no man for jacks

finest weave and red lips and the fives with the kick-ass pork bridge just hold that for them watch

this some of them girls are dancers right and they know too much so they down for life some of the

boys don't want to go on like dogs they can't fight and live with the all-up guys

some of the boys don't want to go on like dogs they can't fight and live with the all-up guys

uh uh

ayo

we break and drop

we shake and drop

that's how we roll

uh uh

ayo

we break and drop

that's how we roll

i like to roll with up the chicks to do big checks for them push their own whip work all week for a 6g tip

but without giving it up and that's a lick

now salon's have got airsoft blue

free don't mark it the work in the booth

everyone lay these out and move them single mags got to go through

shout out to the parties too

Three's on the table, brand new shoes

If you're home road boy and you're fucking it out

And it's all for the love of the youth

You just pour that red wine, break that bread

Spread the dough, well you know

You got to love that family

Shots out to the pups who roll

Uh-huh

Ay-yah

We break it down

We shake it down

That's how we roll

Uh-huh

Ay-yah

We break it down

We shake it down

That's how we roll

Can we break this down?

Can we shake this down?

Breaking the ground right now

We're gonna show you how

Can we break this down?

Can we shake this down?

Breaking the ground right now

We're gonna show you how

Uh-huh

Ay-yah

We break it down

We shake it down

That's how we roll

Uh-huh

Ay-yah

We break it down

We shake it down

That's how we roll

Feeling fresh, dressed to leave out

Diamond socks and Patrick Cox

Got my Burberry Macintosh

And a type of cap

To the front of my car

To finish it up

Phone on vibrate mode

So it don't go bling

While I'm on the road

Well that's right

I'm a road crew

Shout out to the old school

All who done it before me

Rodney P

Bionic and MTV

Big shot boys

Them roll with me

Scheme P-A-K

The big P

That's right fool

Rolling mine on a Mish group

Now spell and click

On the artist

Big pins in the game

I'm a work this

You heard me

You're heavyweight

I'm 100 feet

SLK's and Audi TT's

4.6

I'm push to M3

Kawasaki, Tatsuzuki

Yeah

Make sure you turn it up

Turn for the

Burn it up

You all in

That's right

We every rolling

Woah

Uh huh

Ayo

We break it down

We shake it down

That's how we roll

Uh huh

Ayo

We break it down

We shake it down

That's how we roll

Uh huh

Ayo

We break it down

We shake it down

That's how we roll

Uh huh

Ayo

Okay, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects

When a jackal sit and watch the pedagogues lash press

Poison function accompanied by six armored clad blackhawks

And buggy mechanisms tug the portion of my severed vision

Gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoestring budget

Every man's got a field to plow

But it's like, man, I really can't afford the oxen, fee-fi, etc

I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking

Awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone

Swept in a pressure cooker trying to paddle back home

Sprung with a vibe of alliance and clean intention

By eclipsing doom that against hatched and bashed, he's picking fences

Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sword festering

And when the groom presents the ring, the bride commenced the blistering

Textbook magnificently crude

Prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst

Burst horizontal, treasure

Loose cannon spin, a starboard bow with a clipper ship

Dipped in truth, famine pressure

Cabin fever made a puggy ludicrous

Beautiful cartoon trooper swallow poodle futility with

A teaspoon full of sugar

I rock, ready, aim, fire

Well, y'all rock, ready, fire, aim

Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame

God, I'm every badge, marksman, or poacher

It's all the same

So I lay across the board perpendicular to the grain

I'm gonna be a big bang, gotta be

Never thought I'd be a better brother than y'all when I see you, yes, sir, sir

Yes, sir

Go on with the tone, cross sword to the bone

One of the other brothers was born for a long big bang

Shove him in a big dick

Huddled in a tunnel of big dreams

I think big things

I'm a burn with a spittle out of mind

And a proud concern to earn thanks

I'ma be a big bang

I'ma be a big bang, gotta be

Don't know about me, but I'm probably a better see you, yes, sir, sir

Yes, sir

Go on with the tone, cross sword to the bone

One of the other brothers was born for a long big bang

Shove him in a big dick

Huddled in a tunnel of big dreams

I think big things

I'ma burn with a spittle out of mind

And a proud concern to earn thanks

I'ma be a big bang

I'm just a survivor of the woolly mammoth population

Bottleneck effect, sort of born deaf

L.A. and a shallow alchemy

If you gon' metamorph the base metal to precious

Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants

I'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window

Left an S.O.S. infested bottle nestled in his grip

So with a prayer circle, release party and hearty wild bellow

I observed him fly ten feet and drop the bottles to the devils

Fertile circle turned fertile crescent

Via bad investment, despised every second

But I guess I learned my lesson

If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim

There'd be wings to float this mothership about the goblin system

Sticky panorama

Contaminant planet in conjunction with phantom assumption

Guttabug alumnus candidates

Well, I promise you I'm in the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship

If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip

Godspeed

Straight jacket and ragged approach to circle suns

Via folklore pollutants derived strictly from a B.C. generation

Disgust, community movement alluding to a no blood giving

No recognition, life matter

Eyes up all night with a rusty hammer

Trying to build a fence around these magic beans

My dreams have gathered but sir

That certain lack of a veil

I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks

I wanna be a big bank, gotta be camo

Bottle me a vina, probably I wanna see again sir sir

Long way to the tower, soar to the bone

One of the other brothers I was born for, long big bank

Shuffling in a big dig, huddled in a tunnel of big dreams

I think big things, I'm a burned with the spirit, a lot of minor

The pride conserved to earn thanks, I'm gonna be a big bank

I wanna be a big bank, gotta be

Shuffling in a big dig, huddled in a tunnel of big dreams

I want to be a big bank, gotta be

Shuffling in a big dig, huddled in a tunnel of big dreams

One of the other brothers I was born for gone big bang

Devils in a big dig, huddled in a tunnel of big dreams and big, big things

I'm a brown with a spittle and a mind and a fox turned to earth thanks

I'ma be a big bang

Big bang

Bi- big bang

It's gettin' bigger by the second

Check it

Okay, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the honest farewell

I shook the buddy system wisdom till the civilers repel

I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits, syndicate jackals

I'm broken arrows to the fuckin' bone

I don't really believe in God, but God, I'm scared to death of God

I swear to God I never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pie

But it's like a hiker, they go unimpressed and slept on a sabre's edge

And if time's to splice in our Christ's favorite flesh

I wanna know myself

Sword and soul, all sheep amidst wolves and steel

My shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls

I push the ghouls to man overboard, pull the bulls onto my sword

And buckle down in a corner chair at a round table floor

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on a polar

I'ma be a big bang

Got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar

Slide over the recipes designed to plug the appetite

For continuity by stitching together an esteemed congruence

I peel back hearts and lots, greet physics in the chambers

Quarterize the wounded heads like gimme, gimme something major

Roadside prophetic, a sand well

Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system

Blistering in a wishing well, big bang

No, I don't do this

But I'ma eat y'all off with a little taste of the remix

Y'all ready? Here we go

I pick you up from the club

Take you home to make some love

Got a surprise, close your eyes

I'm gonna cover you in socks

I'ma give you some poo-poo

I'ma give you some pee-pee

I'ma give you some doo-doo

I'ma wash you down with some wee-wee

This is the remix edition of a song about pissin'

I got the pee and reekin' reekin'

And there's juice in the kitchen

Yeah, that's how it goes at the R. Kelly party

I sip Chris

You drink piss

I wanna piss on your remix

You heard me?

No, I'm serious

I really do wanna piss on you