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r d peoples - wretched kingdom lyrics

(na-nana-na-na)

at any given moment-i’ve been known to explode
and blow sh-t out of proportion…better blow the h-rn;
alert all four of the horseman-
lock in a figure four-
while layin’ down on the floor; it’s what i like endin’
wars with!
i’ll have no more of it;
anyone with a “brain baby” on the way(?)
a sudden abortion, and of course-
any moron with a voice can hop on a track and make
noise;
have it celebrated by his boys, but it’s horsesh-t!

(you heard what i said mayne, i’m r.d. peeps and it be
all dead everythang…)

all dead everything-
rock it front of one, or one too many…
my fans went from none to having me a plenty…
my mother calls me “sun” for shining down energy;
and i ain’t runnin’ from anyone or anything!
not at all the average, but i’m full of madness;
maddening it is when you be givin’ ’em magic!
you adhere to obvious…

(obviously…we gon’ have some problems-you ain’t
rockin’ with me…i’m a mahfuggin’ monsta’, predic-ted
like nos-tra-damus, i promised i would be…)

in the m-th- f-ckin’ mix with lyrical lunatics-
i’m looney and in a mood, so you all better get-
to steppin’…
i get it goin’ like an injection of epinephrine in the
medical reference-but with malevolence!
i’m so ridiculous…
tell me how you thinkin’ of any possible way you could
ever possibly say that i ain’t even worth the
mentionin’…
not only am i awesome, but i’m often on top of the list
for all the people listenin!

(the realest of the real; a murder machine…they call
me that because of every beat i’m on….i kill.)

i blast off into an orbit of a gaseous exoplanet that
has the m-ss of a dozen jupiters…
and three times as many moons-
avoiding a superm-ssive black hole’s grasp to have
something to do…
wild.
receive an uppercut with a smile,
give back a roundhouse- then go sweat the pounds out
i’m elevated, go the extra mile ’cause i’m dedicated-
even if you mad that i did it; i would never hate it.
and i mean it when i say it; i’m “professor chaos” in a
general disarray;
and i barely made it.
a slave to the freedom; beat ’em up i don’t need ’em
won’t give a f-ck, if i see ’em-i show ’em why they
bottom feedin’…

(na-nana-na-na)

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