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The Session
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Utwór The Session został wydany 7 listopada 2006 przez Veil of Maya jako część albumu All Things Set Aside
7 listopada 2006
WytwórniaVeil of Maya
JęzykEnglish
BPM87
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

The supreme human being
Smoking a shitload of trees focused on intervening
Put a little bit of rock on the block
And watch everybody get high from it
There's no contest of the flow
More complex than my ebonics, you can't get wit' it
I'm not sick witted, I'm sick wit' it
It's like a crime they committed
But just like O.J., I'mma get acquitted
Sittin' on a fistful of dope hid it all by the city
I'mma star like that thing that was hanging off of Janet's titty (****)
Brutal as Brutus and Caesar, giving speakers seizures
There's no time for shit, let alone leisure
Bustin' boat rockin', show stoppin'
Heart droppin', chart toppin', script out
Shows that make paraplegics flip out
****, they be bustin' with their clip out
Sellin Wolf tickets, but when the shit kicks off they hoppin' over pickets
Addin' the Veil of Maya to my mind frame
Now I'mma let Getatem get at 'em and do the damn thing
(This is nothin')
I've got the pesos, the G, and the francs, and the dinaro
With triple triple zeros in my safe, Hannah Montaro
You think the skills pay the bills, huh?
Only if you say so, fool
Then while you're ridin' with the bag your
Money stacked like Lego 'cause I'm an incredible intelligent individual
Rhymin' is my ritual I'm a hundred spiritual
In this spirit, I hear it comin' from your heart
From my dawgs in the dar lLight it up, it's time to spark
On the dutch master while we at the superbowl
Entertainment for your mind, body, and soul
It's mind control
You can find me at the gas station
Buyin' hundred gallons of gas, hundred gallons of gin
To cloud my mind when I sin
Climb the top rope, three shots to the crown, now he dead
I'm still undisputed 'cause I eluded every shell
Buckshots sailing record time
Makin' yo' head swell, oh well
Bitches tryin' to fuck with my mail
And now you tossin' salads in the penitentiary cell
You fake MCs see my face and yo' ass get pale
I wait 'til the last second and drive a rusty nail
Through your arm (arm), leg (leg), and head and make you burn in hell
Never ever
Never ever
Never ever break me
Never ever
Never ever break me
Never ever
Never ever break me
Never ever
Never ever break me
Never ever
Never ever break me
Never ever
Written by: Getatem, Marc Okubo, Vigor Lynx
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