stay towards the, uhh, back of the unit. But let me see if I can bring us a little closer so you can see exactly what's going on....*explosion* (Aesop
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you
be gellin' Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin' Yo, fuck that! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin' If you ain't makin' noise you
conscience of Pusha is long overdue Thinking to myself what can I be owing you They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you Before I trouble T
the crowd but you can't understand At times I gotta say to myself, "god damn!" As I get hot, and still be gettin warmer And I don't have beef
, gimme some cheese! And I see that you're scheming on the comedians now But leave me, bitch, you better believe, can't nobody save you When I move my
Any more knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now She shot up in Chipotle, don't quote me 917, 646, you know it's war, bitch Can't dress
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
You're looking at me but you can't see me I'm invisible to the naked eye I'm a part of everything you're doing I'm a part of you down deep inside I'm
we brought With us everywhere From your birth you were born into this Never knowing when the walls would crack In your defense you were so unprepared You said the things that you can't
you Oh, every time that I'm around you Oh, I'm on fire when we touch Oh, when I hold you boy you know I just can't get close enough, yes I want you
s son The promise that you just can't keep I'm lonely but I'm not that cheap* Girl you smoking cigarettes Rancid poison on your breath Taste yourself you
But everybody knows (don't cha know, don't cha know) She'll get you in dutch (awww) You can look but you'd better not touch Poison ivy, poison ivy Late
looking at you, And I ask you sonny, Hey what you do To justify your fruitless lies To justify our poisoned skies Don't touch me Give me some real feeling Don't
my down fall But he can't stop the prophet Well Prophet It seems like you're in a bit of a jam I hope you can unstick yourself, Oh And what you did
my soul, Your sorrow can know no relief. A terrifying glimpse of the future you show, Your children all scattered like geese, The clothes lines still sways but
and you'll get burned You think you want some but you don't want none A fight on the mic, you don't want one I turn the heat on, proceed to beat on
nough. I run around you but I want to jump right into you, And fill you up with me and We see what you would be. But instead when you spoke of me My
