(Necro). Uh. Peep the killer shit. Death murder rap shit. Bitch. Check it. The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess. Documentations of the human race, can study death.
[Intro]. Top of the food chain. Je suis le roi de la jungle. . [Hook: Flip Major & Quavo]. Look at the Rolly, look at the stash. Look at the 'Rari, look at the cash.
[Intro:]. Join us. Join us. Join us. Join up. Join up. . [Verse 1:]. 1968. (Ghostwriters). Stealing all our lighters (Ghostwriters). Collecting our one nighters (Ghostwriters).
Corny Niggas they comin for me. Yellin at me. Runnin at me. Mink coats. Pink Throats. Weak quotes. Blow Holes. Anti-Dope. Filthy notes. playing part. never sharp.
Up in the air's that everything it takes. We got an entrance baby you know how we bump. No if, ands, or maybes all sparkles from the jump. Up and down, in and out, round and round we crazy just blastit.
[Intro:]. Shine a light. It's seven, it's heavy, it's heaven. It's seven, it's heavy, it's heaven. It's seven. It's heaven, it's seven, it's heavy. It's seven, it's heavy, it's heaven.
Want you turn it up , yea. Want you turn it up. Now want you turn it up. Turn turn turn it up. Want you turn it up. Now want you turn, turn, turn it up.
[Verse]. So much be on my mind, but I tend to dot my eyes. Still my Ts often get crossed, count my blessings all the time. With a daily dose of this misery, praying ainât no saving me.
I love you,. And I'll never forget you. I love you,. And I'll never forget you. . They say you never forget your first love, moments you can't shake up.
You want what?, what!. Are you serious? Damn. A house? A car? Like for real?. You want all this right now, right?. Stop scheming and looking hard, I mean.
One night, backstage at Irving Plaza at a Madball show. . Hey yo, Ill Bill, will you sign this for me?. I found it at Amoeba, its the Green CD. No doubt kid, whats your name? Its MC Lars.
[Verse 1]. I left you outside the gates of heaven - They wouldn't let me in. I waved goodbye as you stepped within. It's like hell on earth without you near.
Yo, yo, yo, check this shit bitch. For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it. . Yo, I'm dancin' on your grave like Borishnikov. 'll rip you off.
(Verse). Disaster burst appetite. The last massacre, fantastica, ambassador. My castles like Vlad Draculas. Back to blood, blast the snow, plastic gloves.
Some people have seen where God has brought you from.. They don't really understand it.. They don't know your story.. . You don't know my story. You don't know the things that I've come through.
In His presence. There is joy beyond measure. And at His feet. Peace of mind can still be found. And if you have a need. . I know He has every answer.
This is exactly what I, I was afraid of. I get too close to you and find out what you're made of. I would have figured you out sooner or later. It's getting ugly, but it looks good on paper.
Alright, what's up, what's up, what's up. Celly Cel, Celly Cell up in here once again. I'm about to put it down, it's only one way to do it. Only one way, check it out, check it out.
Gots some Bill like bitches on the under. Tryin to keep it on the slunder 'cause I made you wonder. If I was down 'cause I rap, now what that mean?. I'm bouts to raise up out the hood & leave my 17.
[Celly Cel]. Why must I be like that?. Loccing up on niggas I don't know, they might be waiting for me. Where the show?. To get me death, or peel my caps so I step back.