story telling

people always tell me to go round and murder up that beat

but the second that i give em product they all get the bitter sweat-ness

in the end that could be their only weakness

when i order up my lunch, i want that level ten of heat, miss

 

i don't need to breathe cuz i'm murderin' this beat sis

you murdered up my heart and now it's on the floor in pieces

i wanted to have love, but the pain, it never ceases

the heat in here is dense, 'nd the pressure only increases

 

i stare up at the wall and notice all the masterpeices

some were plain, 'nd some spoke words, -i think i just saw Jesus

this man got all protective, but when i roast i leave him speachless

some people here should know that this man aint got a penis

 

with every punch on bare flesh it leaves a mark and then it weakens

-we gotta wait here for the weekends

cuz the week-days here, a special force always unleashes

and prevents us to make dough, we had to go get Visas

 

now as the song nears to it's end, the pressure drastically decreases

we gotta remember rhyme, or she get it in her fetus

 

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we gotta slow down and check out how we are doin'

is what we doin' helping our product improve in-

naw, too slow

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it's hard to make the income cuz expectations never please us

commitment gets sucked out of us by the savage hungry leaches

but that don't stop us from getting girls up on the beaches

New Orleans - it's got the motivation preaches

 

stare at me in the face man, can you really preach this?

i gotta convince the children here and, oh - about nine nieces

is it bad?

- the way that people treat us

they say i speak the devil, now i leave them all egregious

 

i'm just tryna tell the story, man, i don't need all yo' diseases