Letras

[High Priest] Center the tone into the domain, no main Propane flame or butane to the opening with an offering It's not often that I wanna but I'm gonna make a point As a warning for the so-and-sos impose on tip toes Spit those hypno-crypto-cryogenic thesis, he's as Nice as watching ballerina's teemless meters rea-piro-piro A wedding hero, zero tolerence, abolishing wack mc's Please mister politician don't leave us your empty promises It's obvious you're oblivious but not impervious And you still will crumble, stay humble, still number one (Tonight, alright) [Beans] Enslaved by luxury, to me your source of pain is not entertainment Desires and ruined payers transposing the fantasy Enjoy views, but don't listen, it's your frame of reference I discard Audio sport-tech Nuar Abdul Jabbar Fire wire hair dryer in the bathtub, I shock Dixie cup, telephone frail communicate feeble Then waited like dust caps on five watts Tapeworm recorder, a border, gazzelle, gordon cattrell Watch the top granola get rude like junk food King vitamin on top of the food chain, rugburns Run around the field but never move like a fence Vital vinyl ricital title idle no rival Test flaws with pens flaccid Inactive, speechless like dick in mouth [M. Sayyid] Wobbly sayyid, slim like a ten speed These mcs take heed when I project with 300 cc's Past his toll booth past your whole crew Wow, who's that cat who just threw my neck like a quarterback I want his autograph Females on my dick for my phonographs Making moves on the floor like a pornograph Got the math so you can hear the chemistry E.B. turn up the frequency highhhhh I'm a berry from the vine With the beats or acappella in the streets We could do it any time I got ghosts in the lawn Where my foreman thrown on the floor Like scorn you're torn to the barn I heard the sound and came back to see what was going on Then I turned up the song
Writer(s): Maurice Mboya Greene, Kyle Austin, Earl Blaize, Robert Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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