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ej3000 - amazing lyrics

you’re f+ckin’ with a motherf+ckin’ madman
don’t you ever… in your bed
i represent the dead
i’m just doin’ what i can
i put that on the hatchet!
fore’ building razor tag and sword fights
new york city was pimps and bright lights
where my gangstas at
they caught me wit no work
gagged, toe tagged, body bagged
next time i’m gonna have you gagged!
walk up in the episcopal church, pistol berserk
remy on rocks, remy on rocks
rhymes fertilized the track
i suggest you pack
i’m riding, in haters road blocks
flipout, is what would describe me best
so don’t try using my name for your fame
i love it when you scream out my name
book me a session, let it off my chest
get rich then we ditch, i mean shake the spot
then richie rich’ll run his ass straight up off the block
who is that mussili’, lil’ ke and big hawk
all my b+tches if you down to make it hot
did a little bid and they k!lled my brother
yeah, my dough grow like chia pets, adidas sweats
i lost too many friends, but i won too many bets
yet we feed out when that poison exploded, brothers gon suffer
if rap was karate, i will be bruce lee
check out the hook while my dj revolves it
you need to get yo sh+t, and get
give you a little flavor cause it’s all for free
and rage against my rage in the sight of fleeting time
with the big man, dat’s who dem wan go with
is he fiction or is he a myth?
i done lost a lot of friends in my lifetime
hit me on my 2 way when you ready
and my homies darin me to approach karen
i’m a texas boy b+tch, a guerilla maab veteran
d+block, ray j you better watch your lady
bear witness to perilous pitfalls of strip malls
then i’m standin out in the yard
try to search for the play on the boulevard
my grandyears handwriting on walls, i send lightning through halls
’cause you’re taking mad long with my id
exercising the constitution is not a solution
‘panic attack’ and manic depression
all that’s left is ash and debris
you better wipe them, i squeeze
spendin well for my business
a hundred and ten percent, physical fitness
nah + dairy + yeah + cheese
…rubber they better name it hercules motherf+cker
same imagery of fame, long reins had little me
you got a lil’ glow, that’s a sight to see
revenge is a motherf+cker, imma be that sucker ducker
she’s slim, with a rude gal demeanor
keep bouncin’ with them locs on
of spitting image of a satanic sp+wn
l.a. denver lanes, there’s more in pasadena
just know you’re haunting me within my thoughts
uhh! y’all know the scrilla
with diligent intent to get skrilla
knee high socks where the hot spots
the all new and improved poetically portable aesop rock
i wish i was special, i wish i was special
it’s dice, here i am rare despite all denial
these hoes be hating, but never the less on my jock
and i bought some g’s, spent a buck 50 on these
i got a friction addiction i wish you would
we need to throw a meeting in yo hood
big baller belly, you can tell i get the cheese
lower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly
get them boys, get them thangs, but break
eating lunch on platinum plates, platinum knifes to stab steak
couldn’t win the battle if the judges was his family
fed it to a critic but a critic is a cricket
while i step to the stage in a daze, ready release
you should’ve known holmes that messin with knightowl ain’t nothing nice
this is where we live, where we suppose to hang at
and i would find that i could put the pieces back
i’m a knight in shinin armor, i rhyme, not joust
runup in the white house with the gauge out, cl!ck clack!
very little do they give new talent to strive
mash it and who bangin for these gangsta’s satisfaction
my lucky ass mind got me in the newest fashion
and they say life needs everything to live and use my liquid thunder to get my trick on
livin’ foul like a motherf+cka, that’s the way it’s been
cross at the green and not in between
and make sure my sh+t bump loud like the muzzle gone
ain’t no harm done to me, i’m still poundin’ em’ down
if you a freak b+tch, then let it out
stay around awhile and we can sit about
we gon hold it down, we gon hold it dooooo+own
you ain’t had p+ssy since p+ssy had you
sometimes i practice scratching for hours on end
now if you saw your friend
legend in the hood, get these mo’f+ckers do

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