Michaelangelo

We'll do this when we feel ready Ayo (grrt) The luxurious, the notorious (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) 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 TEC in the faulty four jeans, yo Shot up the whole scene, fur on the monster bed (brrt) Layin' next to the stove, I gotta bag 12-12, fingers all cramped, grab the pipes by the lamp, yo Buy five, you get a pipe free, the suede Land Rover Hand over the grams, yo, yo, I'm dancin' over pots Remix like Jermaine Dupri, we keep it in the family My seed marry his seed, wedding a hundred G's I'd sell my soul for a hundred keys Told the bitch, "You can't fuck for free" (can't fuck for free bitch) Bitch you lucky (you lucky, the Almighty) Told the bitch, "You can't fuck for free" (too glamorous) Look, I'm too gutter on the beats Flow is so disgusting, plus I'm just a motherfuckin' 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, get gun-butted in your sleep Like, "Nigga wake up" And nigga don't you motherfuckin' speak, open that safe up (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 fuckin' Bape up When I ain't on satellite fuckin' 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 (you know I got drums nigga) I don't give a fuck, '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 motherfuckin' 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 palming the MAC, you try to attack, you gotta get clapped (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