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TXT Welcome Home-Wisemen/Altaire/Gooch 文本歌词
This is Nazareth Production kid
P**sy a** niggas man respect it man
Faggot a** groups and sh*t
All in the f**king Source and sh*t
Yeah niggas in third degree first degree
Second and fifth fourth whatever
Yeah I need like 50 grand atleast give me that
Poking these muthaf**kas in the heart man
Yeah it's like that open up the door
And come on in and listen
Alright welcome home it's where it's
Supposed to be at right here
What you seeing man
My mathematical science is see alliance
Off the highest bridge iodine triple beam balances
To spin my mind in Riker's mode I might just strike a note
If you listen to my third degree cutthroat
Murder spree fourth degree robbery
Homicide whoever bother try the odd piercing
Ear spearing diabolical out of control
Franchise tag particle
And f**k your article you wack a** niggas
The shift is overflowing like Mecca's holy rivers
And they spoon in sewers Stanley in to it
But I'm here to clean it up like Christopher Hewitt
Flow harder than brewing in Detroit jail
But that won't break a spirit like a weak windshield
Illa Dayz seen iller days wheels peeling in a maze
Sometimes it rains from my brains hard to maintain
And my city murder rate top three
So what the f**k you think I'mma do to an MC
Wherever I go I got what I need
Criminal Minded BDP style plotting the scheme
But able to look clean like chops from a guillotine
Listenine piss stream when Oprah make me lean
I said welcome on home
Speech is silver you know silence is golden
And speaks until I know exactly what a ni**a's holding
Smoldering ghetto's to the burning bush kush is our home
Burning metals of L we run from our cells
Phillie wild out rebels welcome to hell
Inhale gunsmoke choke on the smell of death potential
Check my credentials Salute quadruple
Freedom lyrics blow your roof off knock the booth off
The foundation a mind marathon thoughts pacing
My paradox crawl without Kurt Cobain'ing
Educated in a tan Illa Dayz been through the rain
It might take a cane but we a totem pole
Gang went crazy from 300 bars
Going off on these so called rap stars it's smart
Cuz most of them ain't gangsta live from the start
No heart just nerves no burners just words
So kick 'em to the curb cuz them snitches for the birds
They never seen sh*t only what a ni**a heard
If you fit the description killas under false pretense
Judgement day cometh only problem is sequence
Hood politics kept me from coming up
Knew I'd be next in line yeah something's up
Tricks signed f**k is up couldn't be more proud of 'em
But now I'm trynna win and won't just settle for runner-up
We was together in the rain with our burners tucked
Drop dimes in the studio with me Champ and Bubz
That's that but the list goes on
Wonder if Reedy still be there if we did more songs
Juice was irreplacable he hit so strong
Can't wait to see you on that other side it's been so long
I lost a piece of me when they closed the casket
Had he been cremated I'd still be smoking his ashes
You ain't never seen another muthaf**ka like me
A military MC full frontal assault
Trained to pop pennies off of a flee's bag so ease back
And breeze 'fore I squeeze where your teeth is at
I'm a militant illegitimate devil from the settlement
Grissle in my teeth you see the flesh in my nails
All I do is eat niggas I'm an organic war planet
Kind of like omicron pours leave ya jaws slanted
The anarchist atlantian terrorist
Bringing down the system with bioligical elements
Detroit trained with a b-boy's brain
With a 3/4 cane that'll beat your frame
Spit death my flesh rot it fall from my skin
I gotta eat another soul before it's back to the coffin
This here's d**e like a pound or a key
So incredible even my shadow couldn't beat me
Got you trapped like penetentiaries no escape from inmates
Shackled from head to toe Alcatraz the laser gates
In this mind state I create fact not fiction
Bleek on my dog's vision scope out my competition
For this Cash like Johnny mind troopers might but have me
Record sh*t to the two g's just hid this where you found me
Smoking these green leaves writing these rhymes for platinum LP
Wishing to fade these I'm outcasting wannabees
Five hundred degrees I'm hot as f**k you getting stuck
Approaching the scene burn that a** like gasoline
Come to like that it's verbal comeback
I lay you flat on your back
F**k your dirty rap watch my papers stack
Like Saddam straight war expect I'm harder to kill
Yes sir told ya'll niggas
Salute the Kid heh
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