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todd mccray - tool lyrics

[verse 1]
if you diabolical when i step on the premises
better be duckin’ every follicle when they give me the o.k
’cause i’m with the machete in the kitchen ready to cut confetti
any devilish opposition like i’m choppin’ them both ways, hey
i’m no comedian, i will immediately handle and disobedient remedial enemy
in an inch of the vicinity diligently revealing to these
little bitty enemies that they don’t want the energy
how can i be conscious of gossip and nonsense
that anyone is talkin’ on your block
when i know i got to get a goal poppin’
y’all probably hope i been soap+boxin’
nope, i just bubble up and spit things with no problem
i can envision the opposition gettin’ to dippin’ when i really be rippin’
n0body really wanna get it from a chemist, i’m in the kitchen
you know i got to whip it up like it’s a liquidy chemical
24+7, i got the trouble the devil
i’m in a bubble of heaven, it’s like i’m double+o seven
’cause i be up on a mission, i got to clutch on the weapon
i get to buckin’ and wreckin’ the devil, somethin’ pathetic
and everybody be lookin’ when they be hoppin’ and bookin’
i got ’em hidin’ and shook and i got to pop like a bullet
i got a plot and a blueprint, knockin’ ’em toothless
how could you know what i’m on? such a phenomenal zone
everybody’s talkin’ about how they wanna get up
in the middle of the scenery and do it like a veteran
but i’ma give a little bit of evidence and show
and show an individual n0body wants to wrestle with an elephant
you really better stay up in your element ’cause i ain’t ever
playin’ when i’m dealin’ with a demon or an alien
mad sl!ck with the gas, get the matches
that’s sl!ck to get back, it’s a hazard
jack nicholson laugh, look at ’em laggin’
jack, just get back with the plastic
brad pitt with glasses, you’re actin’
bag back for your benefit, benefit
poppin’ up anybody thinkin’ they wanna walk around it
better think about the logic, ’cause
the machinery workin’ to me is poppin’ just like an ak+47
so you better get your knowledge up
[chorus]
man, don’t get it wrong, if you’re on, then you knew
demons lookin’ wrong, then we hit ’em with the tool
demons lookin’ wrong, we gon’ hit ’em with the tool
that’s true (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2]
ain’t n0body similar, my stamina jumpin’ when i’m comin’
like i was cyclin’, swimmin’ and runnin’
keepin’ in comin’, n0body wanna step in front of the government
if you’re dealin’ with it, then you gotta deal with the covenant
i don’t wanna be the one to put ’em back in the pocket
when they get to trippin’ or lippin’, but i got to be honest
i got the vision in my belly and i’m lookin’ at it daily
got the father rollin’ with me, he deliverin’ the baby
ain’t no way you can debate it, ’cause it isn’t debatable
got the people in your very city feelin’ relatable
’cause i made it available, put the thing on the table
and made it plain as a potato, don’t be sayin’ i made it up
just select the spot, connect the dots, direct your retina’s watch
please connect the hexagon box, place it on top, molecular swap
surely the blessing is going to follow me all the days of my life
i know that i’ma be taking away the doubt (doubt)
one accord and really ain’t trippin’ off anybody
sayin’ they opposition when they just runnin’ they mouth (mouth)
doin’ damage, the wicked, they panic, i be makin’ ’em frantic
when i be comin’ to get ’em, kickin’ ’em out (out)
comin’ to sic ’em and hit ’em again and again and get
rid of a nemesis, finna get rid of the wickedness
handlin’ business, lieutenant, you know that i’m militant
smellin’ like cinnamon, honey and milk on the premises
o.m.g., somebody look at this
feelin’ cinematic, i’m too fanatic, i’m finna get
every kind of picasso of an idol in a type of debacle
to make ’em buckle when i hop up inside a booth
son of my dada, what i call him, i call him abba
leave an enemy with nada, give me the property from up under you, ooh
[chorus]
man, don’t get it wrong, if you’re on, then you knew
demons lookin’ wrong, then we hit ’em with the tool
demons lookin’ wrong, we gon’ hit ’em with the tool
that’s true

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