Part 1 [Message]: Ich bin niemals mit mir zufrieden, au?er ich mach mich selber kaputt, alles fur einen kurzen Moment der Befriedigung. Fress den Frust
(feat. Rynerrr) Part1 (Message): Deine Sicht der Dinge ist tight? wieso? wegen deinm' Tunneblick?, ich kamm' morgens vorm Haus mit nacktem Penis im
hour I seen good Christians make rash decisions Oh she do it, what happened to religion? Oh she lose it, she putting on her make up She casually allure, text message
the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message
orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message
thug and I'm popular I think that come along with driving a shocking car Watch the coke light up they life the rocks with stars Had fiends talking crippled 'cuz they locked they jaw
letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter you ask how come I ain't return None of the messages
the park, cause it's crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them
messages subliminal Cause me and rap go way back we compliment So together we enhance one another that's common sense High intensity catches the eye your jaw
with a firm brush stroke. I emcee paintily. Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique As I tweak your audio and visual Keep my drips minimal, messages
war is when you wanna call a truce I might buy ?em cooked dough I might buy ?em raw And I might tap your chin or I might cross your jaw Now I might
, well, if you remember me you'll remember I'm the one who broke into the pentagon, took fouls, planted bombs Now I possess the blueprint, I counter the message
me Well if you remember me you'll remember I'm the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls planted bombs Now I possess the blueprint I counter the message
fullproof. All from the phone booth. Got the message machine. Nobody's on the scene. Kick in the backdoor, 1:34 Lookin for the family dog, thor! Kicked him in jaw
's supposed to be yo'z Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine Dodgin the (tech 4x N9ne 4x) Now here's a message Libedate may Chocolatate
Street Sinatra, here to tease the shopra? Yuk and Tech nigga, Godzilla and Mothra Try and stop the Regime killaz will cost ya Pop the glock to get the message
, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message
mouth shut, slut! I know you're lonely always tryin to set a pit fall Quick to spread rumors and drops dimes like you're Chris Paul Here I have a message
