Uh-Ugh My view is aerial Your crew inferior My crew imperial MC Killers, Milk & Serial Get it? Forget it. You’ll still be connecting the dots with smoking holes in your fitted Those that got it be all at the shows throwing fits The light from the dynasty sign froze all of the critics and nary a soul got on they frog toes to ribbit Shhh…t’was the night before the coming Sugar plum candy coated lines for the dummies Decoded hieroglyphics in the shrines for the mummies We not illuminati but out eye is on the money
My minds on the scripture It’s beautiful, i see every line on the picture So when the leaves Russel and the cock Crowes winter just know that the Black Gods mingled a bit Then the fingers got pricked Then the single got picked Man I’m living out my brain I don’t dream about shit If I say dream, I meant Dream, Fresh not Hampton I got a date with destiny I’m definitely not cancelling
Romancing The Stone The Roc The Throne The Elegant Celebration sent tremors through every nation The Stars aligned like cars at grand central station
Elevation Yours Truly, My duty in obligation: The newly appointed ruler who moved with no observation like W.D. Say my name on a record, W.W.III I’ll put you niggas in a box like the WB Here’s a footnote on the Blueprint Whoms f-cking with We? Yeah Bad grammar Widescreen panorama Paranormal activity seen on the camera
So if you want that turmoil I’ll Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, Worldstar you Rap Radar, Nahright, 2dopeboy you Your plans is foiled Your guns is borrowed We living in tomorrow A tissue for your sorrowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
