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signor benedick the moor - the tragic tale of bisen fransisco lyrics

[verse 1: signor bened-ck the moor]
i wanted to hit harder than mj’s father
and i don’t mean to baller that n-gga’s just a little taller
was scalded that’s when it’s coming to this rap sh-t
wrote a verse for orchestration then proceeded to neatly rap it
slapped it on the next track
i could be making music for pictures
and my rhymes like cinematic fixtures or auditory elixirs
i phoenix down, sh-t i better fix it
hard of hearing? then here’s a neurological f-cking picture
lyrical telepath
i’m trying to get on top like h-lla fast
these other n-ggas said develop m-ss
they put up a front, it never last
but i’m the real sh-t
looking at em’ with a clever laugh
let’s see how long your f-cking era last
talking to mice, in my spare time
my momma said i got a rare mind, someone like me is a rare find
and i have to agree
every time i start to open my mind i feel like pandora
ain’t no escaping the horror
open the doors, ain’t no turnin’ back
i hit the pavement harder than, well you know
i pray to the god, jupiter and juno
flip a b-tch like it’s s-xist judo
f-ck honor, took her out of the equation
and accelerating with budō
i mean i took chi out
if i was a samurai, i’d sit with a wound and die
but i’m a normal guy, i try my hardest not to cry
f-ck i might die – the end seems nigh (sh-t)
i feel his breath on the back of my neck
first it’s this, i wonder what’s next
the muscles in my knuckles flex
my heart is beating in my chest
i just wanna be the best and now the knife is at my breast
i can’t say much more, i know how you abhor black magic
but he said that he could do it if i asked it
turn my rhymes to gold but after today was just plastic
f-ck, now i suspect my end is tragic (my end is tragic)
looking at my soul and i’m guessing that i don’t have it
cursing all my weaknesses, a rabid bad habit
wound deeper than skin and ain’t nothing go sin

[interlude: signor bened-ck the moor]
listen to this motherf-cker, man
he know what he talking he talking about, man
man all you gotta do is sign that line, man
sign, sign, sign the f-cking line
no, motherf-ck this
motherf-ck’s the controls at?
i’m taking over

[verse 2: signor bened-ck the moor]
i spit harder than mj’s father
and i’m hungry all these other n-ggas acting like my father
f-ck the old me, his wack sh-t was such a bother
i’m trying to get money, b-tches, gucci and prada
getting all this cash like i oughta
money, money, money
fame, fame, fame
money, money, money
fame, fame, fame
money, money, money
got a pinky ring
money, money, money
not a thing of shame
money, money, money
ey shade shades
money, money, money
money, money, money
money, money, money
money, money, money
fame, fame, fame

[outro: signor bened-ck the moor]
hope
smoke all the blunts
get all the cash
f-ck all the hoes
f-ck all the hoes
get all the cash
smoke all the blunts

- signor benedick the moor lyrics

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