[00:00.00] 作曲 : Cruz, Green, Thomas
[00:03.15]I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho
[00:06.89]S***, gather around your speakers
[00:10.80]Let me start fronting on 'em early
[00:12.92]I'ma front on 'em early, that's what I do
[00:15.20]You know my persona, let me kinda remind ya
[00:18.09]The Gucci, Gabbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers
[00:20.86]How I post up, parley amongst piranhas
[00:23.65]I'm the urban version of that turban-wearing Osama
[00:26.53]Last of a genre, it's nothing to mash y'all minors
[00:29.70]Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggas in trauma, ha ha
[00:32.72]So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina
[00:35.21]Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna
[00:38.18]Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas
[00:41.33]Somber, feeling like Don Cheadle in Hotel Rwanda
[00:43.94]You know karma, increase when you cease your drama
[00:47.17]It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you
[00:49.85]Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer
[00:53.10]But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster
[00:56.29]Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor
[00:59.37]No lames, it's insane what the brain can conjure
[01:01.78]Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber
[01:04.44]Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza
[01:07.53]From Tompkins to Gowanus, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors
[01:11.05]Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher
[01:13.61]Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers
[01:17.10]Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker
[01:19.82]Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it
[01:22.58]Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected
[01:25.00]Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure
[01:28.21]But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected
[01:31.42]So exit, or have it all in here
[01:33.52]We can war, when where, nigga I'm so sincere
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