[High Priest]
Center the tone into the domain, no main, propane flame or butane to the opening with an offering,
It's not often that I wanna but I'm gonna make a point, cause I wanna put the so-and-sos impose on tip toes,
Spit those hipto crypto cryogenic thesis, he's as nice as watching ballerina's teemless meters reappear,
Appear a wedding hero, zero tolerence, abolishing wack mc's, please mister politician don't feed us your empty promises,
It's obvious you're oblivious but not impervious, and still you will crumble, stay humble, still number one.
(tonight, alright)
[beans]
Enslaved by luxury, to me your source of pain is not entertainment.
Desires and ruined payers transposing the fantasy.
Enjoy views, but don't listen, it's your frame of reference I discard.
Audio sport Kareem Abdul Jabbar.
Fire wire, hair dryer in the bathtub, I shock.
Dixie cup, when to frail communicate hero
then waited like dust caps on five watts.
Tapeworm recorder, a border, gazzelle, gordon cattrell.
Watch the top granola get rude like junk food.
King vitamin on top of the food chain, rugburns.
Run around the field but never move like a fence.
Vital vinyl ricital title idle no rival.
Your pants, flaccid, inactive, speechless like your mouth.
[M. Sayyid]
Wobbly Sayyid, slim like a ten speed.
These mcs take heed when I project with 300 cc's.
Past his toll booth, past your whole crew...
Wow! Who's that cat who just threw my neck like a quarterback?
I want his autograph.
Females on my dick for my phonographs, making moves on the floor like a pornograph.
Got the mad soul, you can hear the chemistry.
EB turn up the frequency!
I buried him in the side...with the beats or a cappella in the streets, we could do it any time...
I got ghosts in the lawn, where my foreman thrown on the floor. Like scorn, you're torn to the barn. I heard a sound and came back to see what was going on...then I turned up the song
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as much as I like dre...he's not that good, really.
neither is nas.
*n