They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great
I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes
Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate
I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes
You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl
On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw
Y'all can't be serious, it's hilarious
I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period
Period, I ain't gotta write no more
But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more
Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques?
So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest?
You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men
Enough black men do good to only get shot
I only need to get these thoughts off my brain
Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead
Like the mother****ers been reading the Necronomicon
When the sick person is talking, I murder the market
I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets
If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers
I'm sick, I kick in a ****ing door in and slap em out of pajamses
Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs
My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas
If I'm unlucky to ****
I'm sick mother****er, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves
Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me
I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC
While I'm lying rappers be pu***ng their keys thinking they're hustlers
I'll show and prove, never do it for paper
maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother****er
The mob remains, we was just in the shadows
King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs
Cousins of killers, fathers of felons
Don't like no shit around us, we'll abolish your section
Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp
Real talk, yeah since the status was cult
Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault
Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt
Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch
West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught
Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch
Watching the news with his back to the room
I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb
Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick
Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead
My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax
Gatt**urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first
Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one
One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone
You **** with Juju Mob, that's asinine
Won't have to rhyme, b***h we'll settle this by blasting nines
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:37.59]They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
[00:42.81]Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great
[00:45.75]I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes
[00:48.43]Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate
[00:51.06]I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes
[00:53.78]You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl
[00:56.65]On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw
[00:59.22]Y'all can't be serious, it's hilarious
[01:02.03]I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period
[01:04.91]Period, I ain't gotta write no more
[01:07.32]But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more
[01:10.15]Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques?
[01:13.01]So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest?
[01:15.52]You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men
[01:21.20]Enough black men do good to only get shot
[01:26.35]I only need to get these thoughts off my brain
[01:43.17]Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead
[01:46.33]Like the mother****ers been reading the Necronomicon
[01:48.35]When the sick person is talking, I murder the market
[01:51.07]I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets
[01:53.82]If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers
[01:56.20]I'm sick, I kick in a ****ing door in and slap em out of pajamses
[01:59.44]Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs
[02:01.99]My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas
[02:04.82]If I'm unlucky to ****
[02:05.98]I'm sick mother****er, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves
[02:10.06]Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me
[02:12.68]I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC
[02:18.07]While I'm lying rappers be pu***ng their keys thinking they're hustlers
[02:20.67]I'll show and prove, never do it for paper
[02:22.64]maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother****er
[02:37.08]The mob remains, we was just in the shadows
[02:39.76]King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs
[02:42.56]Cousins of killers, fathers of felons
[02:44.42]Don't like no shit around us, we'll abolish your section
[02:47.77]Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp
[02:50.65]Real talk, yeah since the status was cult
[02:53.19]Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault
[02:55.93]Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt
[02:58.62]Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch
[03:03.94]West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught
[03:06.57]Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch
[03:09.41]Watching the news with his back to the room
[03:12.11]I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb
[03:17.76]Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick
[03:20.49]Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead
[03:26.11]My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax
[03:28.47]Gatt**urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first
[03:31.34]Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one
[03:33.98]One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone
[03:36.60]You **** with Juju Mob, that's asinine
[03:39.27]Won't have to rhyme, b***h we'll settle this by blasting nines
They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great
I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes
Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate
I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes
You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl
On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw
Y'all can't be serious, it's hilarious
I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period
Period, I ain't gotta write no more
But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more
Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques?
So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest?
You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men
Enough black men do good to only get shot
I only need to get these thoughts off my brain
Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead
Like the mother****ers been reading the Necronomicon
When the sick person is talking, I murder the market
I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets
If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers
I'm sick, I kick in a ****ing door in and slap em out of pajamses
Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs
My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas
If I'm unlucky to ****
I'm sick mother****er, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves
Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me
I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC
While I'm lying rappers be pu***ng their keys thinking they're hustlers
I'll show and prove, never do it for paper
maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother****er
The mob remains, we was just in the shadows
King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs
Cousins of killers, fathers of felons
Don't like no shit around us, we'll abolish your section
Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp
Real talk, yeah since the status was cult
Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault
Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt
Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch
West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught
Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch
Watching the news with his back to the room
I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb
Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick
Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead
My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax
Gatt**urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first
Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one
One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone
You **** with Juju Mob, that's asinine
Won't have to rhyme, b***h we'll settle this by blasting nines
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:37.59]They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
[00:42.81]Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great
[00:45.75]I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes
[00:48.43]Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate
[00:51.06]I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes
[00:53.78]You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl
[00:56.65]On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw
[00:59.22]Y'all can't be serious, it's hilarious
[01:02.03]I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period
[01:04.91]Period, I ain't gotta write no more
[01:07.32]But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more
[01:10.15]Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques?
[01:13.01]So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest?
[01:15.52]You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men
[01:21.20]Enough black men do good to only get shot
[01:26.35]I only need to get these thoughts off my brain
[01:43.17]Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead
[01:46.33]Like the mother****ers been reading the Necronomicon
[01:48.35]When the sick person is talking, I murder the market
[01:51.07]I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets
[01:53.82]If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers
[01:56.20]I'm sick, I kick in a ****ing door in and slap em out of pajamses
[01:59.44]Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs
[02:01.99]My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas
[02:04.82]If I'm unlucky to ****
[02:05.98]I'm sick mother****er, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves
[02:10.06]Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me
[02:12.68]I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC
[02:18.07]While I'm lying rappers be pu***ng their keys thinking they're hustlers
[02:20.67]I'll show and prove, never do it for paper
[02:22.64]maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother****er
[02:37.08]The mob remains, we was just in the shadows
[02:39.76]King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs
[02:42.56]Cousins of killers, fathers of felons
[02:44.42]Don't like no shit around us, we'll abolish your section
[02:47.77]Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp
[02:50.65]Real talk, yeah since the status was cult
[02:53.19]Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault
[02:55.93]Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt
[02:58.62]Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch
[03:03.94]West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught
[03:06.57]Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch
[03:09.41]Watching the news with his back to the room
[03:12.11]I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb
[03:17.76]Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick
[03:20.49]Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead
[03:26.11]My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax
[03:28.47]Gatt**urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first
[03:31.34]Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one
[03:33.98]One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone
[03:36.60]You **** with Juju Mob, that's asinine
[03:39.27]Won't have to rhyme, b***h we'll settle this by blasting nines
J'ai les cheveux dans le vent
Le soleil me trace la route
Qui m'emè ne à travers champs
Retrouver l'amour et le printemps
Il y avait un océ an
De fleu...
God I think the world is about to collapse! C'mon!
The buildings and walls are are falling
If you don't know, you should by now
It's the ****ing Snowg...
(feat. Celph Titled, Majik Most)
Now I ain't gon' make this easy if you got health complications
Stick chords with my pitchfork, it's Hell's obligati...
One Piece -Panama
Written by：D.r
We see sunlight going down through the leaves
Above the temple of the sun into the bluest skies
It brings us back tog...
Oh, why me why me
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need oh
If these hairs can't stand by these
Oh, why me, why me
Oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why...