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metabolics - who am i lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
mr dead, set free, b-mokes
coming for your area
with the mentality sh-t is scarier

first of all the d. stands for digestic
any mother f-cker coming raw trying test
sk!lls of the dead the death defying b-st-rd
blasted from here to eternity back to alaska
you ask a silly f-cking questions like why
—– mr. dead why must we die
like the bible there’s, biblical, i am metabolical
sometimes metaphysical call it metalogical
absurdness, won’t be tolerated in this business
your curse, is to suffer like a body in a he-rs-
tor-mented, suffering soul which is you
you test a solid debt now i’ma show you how i do
the e is for enemy, meaning not a friend of me
put you at the top of the charts, cause you fit in
you see you stupid come in raw come in whack
the essence of my presence must’ve swooped down and you smoked it
like crack, get back, where n-ggas get whacked
need(?) your d-mn name or get out of the game
no time to relax, like a sedative, cause i got a lot, to give
improper english needs a subject in the predicate
styles are plentiful like life in gods kingdom
listen and hear this battle axe quiet as i swing this
lie to metabolics, straight up no frolics
return to the gutter reoccurring alcoholics
you never disrespect and expect no retribution
contusions, disarray illusions of confusion, stupid
-hook-
the a is the synopsis, i try to avoid
like going to the gym not dealing with the steroids
(world) prohibited, except in my area, deep in the matter of my mind sh-t is scarier
a fool with no sk!lls, or a fool with no game
plying to get fame but that n-gga got no claim
its a shame, run around with no game, now we must hurt you
the final d, is for distraction, doing shows, making dough, living well, satisfaction
no time to be lax, sometimes n-gga slack gotta put them in they place like they your b-tch and you they mac, react
stooping (?) out sh-t like a furry-a (?), go up against me mothaf-cka best believe i’ll worry-ya
send a messenger, or a courier, put a rush on that sh-t
get it there in a hurry so, disrespect the dead and i will put you f-cking down
some bread and some wine, come listen to the ground, a style profound, listen to the sound, now you know my st–z thats how i gets down
so now what you do is think, and no dread, maintain ya head, yours truly mr. dead

yeah yeah, set free b-mokes, coast to coast, lyrically making n-ggas like motherf-cker french toast, what you boast, yeah yeah its like that

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