made off our backs 3k balls but the drums go way back
It's playback till they rewind
my mind playback
Some say that a new day is coming
We running and gunning for
that number one spot
Bubbles in a pot,
Lyric ain't rockin' flesh form, hey
Dipped in cold water, solidified by it
Brand new alliance,
symbolized by the lion
Feet made of brass,
skin made of cast iron
Burn like high grade,
walk through the fire
Independent, new beginning,
no surrender
We defend until the ending
Through the hatred, still advanced,
innovative
Enhanced, integrated,
they can't simulate it
My clothes imitated, but they too basic
I don't idolize the streets
Wanna see
New
York walk a mile in these gleats
Beside my pen game, wild on beats
When I close,
my flows rose from waist deep
We gave the game a facelift
To haunt the matrix
In the red, push past ten
So critical, super lyrical
The tri -pinnacle,
APC
Your style master generals
Animal, vegetable, mineral
Buff that, necrophiliac, it's dead rat
Think it's ill, but it's hypochondriac
Let's make history,
Tiffany
Galaxies whispering, no wins
It's them again,
put down your pen
And they struck again
Devil on my back through the
jungle on pivot
But he can't figure how to
fuck with my physics
2010
Quattro, halogens tinted
Anti -lock breaking,
stampede fitted
Spaceships in it
Bright light wind on your face,
I've in it
Spazzing all the trials, man,
I passed them
Imagine how my new shit gon' grab
I ain't worried about rapping,
I ain't worried about money or worried about fashion
I'm worried about action,
and do I have it when the dol lars are getting straight at a magnum?
Blacking, phone bill, light bill, laughing,
yeah I got it no matter the pro duct, I am
Aspen
Dope boy on the ski slope to the mansion,
so
Manson, not handsome
Bad bitch tied with the rope for the ransom,
by the fireplace in the hills of the cabin
Hour 45 from
Manhattan, breathe with me,
when I slip into a zone
I'm as far away and gone as the
moon is in bloom
When it's cloudin' up the room,
just thinkin' bout my destiny
And prayin' to the moon,
if the swagger stays fluid
Like I'm fresh out the saloon,
Empire
State buildin' up a trap
Baboon,
Vidal,
Sassoon, bitch, not under the tomb
Switch lanes in the traffic, man,
ob livious to gloom