prkr – mask off (official p-mix) lyrics
percocet. molly, percocet. (yeah)
got these rappers tripping and they ain’t popped no xannys yet
(whoa)
reporting for duty on the scene, i’m a soldier
best kept kartel you can run with me, or get run-over
percocet. molly, percocet. (yeah)
got these rappers tripping and they ain’t popped no xannys yet
(whoa)
reporting for duty on the scene, i’m a soldier
best kept kartel you can run with me, or get run-over
mask off mask off task off, y’all better get on ya job. (aye)
p-ss off, p-ss off, p-ssed out cause your shit is like yawn. (aye)
see some cobras in the lawn (aye). somebody get me my john deere
such a craftsman with the flows, yeah
sowing gardens, where the hoes? nah
i ain’t that type of nigga, promise i do not have that agenda
i do not chase after women, i hunger for greatness, in this life i want to be winning
whoa. (aye)
(f-ck it) mask off. you know you know better, that’s all. you know you flow better, past all
competition looking mad slow, mad slow, mad slow, chop it and screw it
mix it all up with the actavis
all of them people be actors, yeah
are we at the grammys or oscars here?
mask (f-ck it) half off
i be the phantom of operas here
only exist in ya mental to throw you off ya game i’m not being gentle i got the kinda grind that make em say “mental” like they was some europe niggas
prkr be popping in europe nigga
trapping from belgium to zurich, nigga
the purest nigga
i heard some niggas…
say they be gods? the nerve of niggas…
got me just wanting to murder niggas…
government sanctioned, i’m purging niggas…
oh lord, please stop
think it’s past due that i let the beast out
i got me tamed, shit
somebody said that’s lame shit
why? i made myself a living weapon, i only bang when i say so
i only go when i say go
you be the one up in the chains though
sold your whole soul for the fame, hoe
why they blocking your alb-m release tho?
why they saying you hot in the streets though?
why they thinking you murder the beats though?
why you ain’t pay your writer no fees though?
boy i’m cooking this shit, let it breathe slow
barbequing the beat, let it breathe mo
chat bout chat bout, what man chat bout when dem speak bad pon mi name? eh?
better spit that out, take it out yo mouth, you don’t know where the hell that’s been
hell bent but i’m heaven sent
fighting those that wanna see heaven’s end
i’mma keep going, imma keep throwing up on this beat, nigga imma need ben-a-dryl
cause i move like i make a man seasick, i make em all think, man i got em all reading
bar for bar and line for line, like i’m trading venues for commercial realtors
flow nice looking right like riri
ya flow ugly. rumplestiltskin
better get proactive with that one. i know i can catch up, i’ll see ya next season!
percocet. molly, percocet. (yeah)
got these rappers tripping and they ain’t popped no xannys yet
(whoa)
reporting for duty on the scene, i’m a soldier
best kept kartel you can run with me, or get run-over
percocet. molly, percocet. (yeah)
got these rappers tripping and they ain’t popped no xannys yet
(whoa)
reporting for duty on the scene, i’m a soldier
best kept kartel you can run with me, or get run-over
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