We'll gonna do this when we feel ready
Ayo (Grrt)
The luxurious, the notorious
Ayo
Juggling the stars with the moons and the sun
Dice game praying to the heavens I don't throw a one
Raekwon with elmos Supreme fiends, baby-tech
And the faulty four G's, yo, shot up the whole machine (Brrt)
Fur on the monster bed, layin' next to the stove I got a bag
Twelve twelve fingers on cramp, grab the pipes by the lamp, yo
Buy five, you get a pipe free, the swaying land rover hand over the Grams, yo
Yo, I'm dancin' over pots, remix like Jamaican-pri, for keepin' it family
Masi married his C-wedding a hundred G's, I sold my soul for a hundred keys
Told the bitch, "You can't **** for free (Can't **** for free bitch), bitch you lucky" (The almighty)
Told the bitch, "You can't **** for free (Too glamorous)"
Look
I'm too cutter on the beats, flow is so disgusting plus I'm just a mother****in' G
Know a nigga hit a lick, he robbed a sucker for a key
He sniffed halves, sold half, and blew the money in a week, damn (Talk to 'em)
Trust me it get ugly in these streets
If your hustle ain't discreet, you're gun-butted in your sleep
Like, "Nigga wake up", and nigga don't you mother****in' speak open that safe up
Take all the money, fill that pillowcase up (Giddy up bro)
I ran it up, I got my cake up
I'm usually in New York City, I'm ****in' bankrupt
When I ain't on satellite ****in' shade up
All you radio niggas need to wake up
Flex need to call me so Hot 97 can get sprayed up, I got drums nigga
I promise you I ain't humble, I don't give a ****, 'cause my gun work
Plus I can rumble, boy you just a rapper, if I don't like you
I might punch you in the mother****in' face for no reason
Just 'cause I want to, I ain't playin' with these niggas I promise you that
It's time to spray it at these niggas, bet I'ma do that (Brrt)
You niggas doors get kicked down, mommas get smacked
Shoot 'em palm and a Mac, you try to attack
You gotta get clapped (Ah-hah), the black Jeffery Dahmer is back
Matter fact, I'm Machine Gun Black mixed with Geronimo Pratt
Blatt, a youngin' run down on you niggas, hit you in your top and your back
It's The Machine, bitch
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth
And the earth was without form, and void
And darkness was upon the face of the deep
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters
And God said
[00:00.533]We'll gonna do this when we feel ready
[00:05.299]Ayo (Grrt)
[00:08.319]The luxurious, the notorious
[00:12.333]
[00:16.366]Ayo
[00:17.117]Juggling the stars with the moons and the sun
[00:20.902]Dice game praying to the heavens I don't throw a one
[00:24.919]Raekwon with elmos Supreme fiends, baby-tech
[00:28.934]And the faulty four G's, yo, shot up the whole machine (Brrt)
[00:33.454]Fur on the monster bed, layin' next to the stove I got a bag
[00:37.968]Twelve twelve fingers on cramp, grab the pipes by the lamp, yo
[00:42.239]Buy five, you get a pipe free, the swaying land rover hand over the Grams, yo
[00:48.307]Yo, I'm dancin' over pots, remix like Jamaican-pri, for keepin' it family
[00:54.325]Masi married his C-wedding a hundred G's, I sold my soul for a hundred keys
[01:01.855]Told the bitch, "You can't **** for free (Can't **** for free bitch), bitch you lucky" (The almighty)
[01:09.601]Told the bitch, "You can't **** for free (Too glamorous)"
[01:11.632]
[01:15.646]Look
[01:16.397]I'm too cutter on the beats, flow is so disgusting plus I'm just a mother****in' G
[01:22.184]Know a nigga hit a lick, he robbed a sucker for a key
[01:25.697]He sniffed halves, sold half, and blew the money in a week, damn (Talk to 'em)
[01:30.468]Trust me it get ugly in these streets
[01:33.028]If your hustle ain't discreet, you're gun-butted in your sleep
[01:36.291]Like, "Nigga wake up", and nigga don't you mother****in' speak open that safe up
[01:41.566]Take all the money, fill that pillowcase up (Giddy up bro)
[01:44.072]I ran it up, I got my cake up
[01:46.389]I'm usually in New York City, I'm ****in' bankrupt
[01:49.658]When I ain't on satellite ****in' shade up
[01:52.416]All you radio niggas need to wake up
[01:54.926]Flex need to call me so Hot 97 can get sprayed up, I got drums nigga
[02:00.471]I promise you I ain't humble, I don't give a ****, 'cause my gun work
[02:04.483]Plus I can rumble, boy you just a rapper, if I don't like you
[02:08.385]I might punch you in the mother****in' face for no reason
[02:11.898]Just 'cause I want to, I ain't playin' with these niggas I promise you that
[02:16.472]It's time to spray it at these niggas, bet I'ma do that (Brrt)
[02:20.236]You niggas doors get kicked down, mommas get smacked
[02:23.750]Shoot 'em palm and a Mac, you try to attack
[02:26.760]You gotta get clapped (Ah-hah), the black Jeffery Dahmer is back
[02:31.025]Matter fact, I'm Machine Gun Black mixed with Geronimo Pratt
[02:35.550]Blatt, a youngin' run down on you niggas, hit you in your top and your back
[02:41.119]It's The Machine, bitch
[02:42.123]
[02:45.916]In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth
[02:52.694]And the earth was without form, and void
[02:58.238]And darkness was upon the face of the deep
[03:03.255]And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters
[03:10.283]And God said