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[Godemis] This is my playground And I don't play around I bust a grammar Glock and leave em lying face down Ubi coming right behind me with that trait now Any n every enemy better black his face out Put em on, most pessimistic when pushing this Pen-point accuracy, thundering to get back to the beat Cause I'm bad to the B-O-N-E Only prescribing that purple pill Perpendicular to poison, that most certainly kills Only realer than the real, with the skill to prevail How I feel when it ain't all good I got six for the holier than thou, my pen pal Really wish ya'll would, would cop for the veteran And keep on knockin' but we not gon' let em in The question's rhetorical, give me a s-s-s-s-sentence Hook: What? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change You thought we'd stay the same With a legacy to be lost Never thoughts will f-f-f-fade away Ya'll think we ain't gon' change You thought we'd stay the same SongtexteWhat? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change Thought we'd always stay the same? [x2] [Ubiquitous] They said we couldn't We didn't get in our wish is granted 1, 2, 3 for the pen Independent no disadvantage This is Alanis, my rapping skills a jagged pill, swallow Following since when Tribe Called Quest was rapping still Now I'm back with the real Keep all eyes on deck when I'm on Ces We go way back like Biotech My style fresh When am I gon' get my dues? I write off stress, imagine this icon upset Turn the mic on and bless Preaching power Worship icons of death From Anubis to Ra to South-Vietnamese coup d'etat General D. and the chemical demons induce chaos Like a suitcase bombing Achmed and Jihad we been at odds Set em off, better get em off Never talk again when the pen is lodged In your larynx seriously it's so hilarious, ha Living off me vicariously, it's so American Arrogant naïve, marinate and wear-in a cape When Icarus got too close to the sun The pa-pa-pa-paraffin gave, serenade! [Hook x2] [Mac Lethal] It's the king of the king of the Wait a minute, no It's the prince of the city with the fatal sentence flow Sadomasochistic rhythm, rippin 80 minute show I'm supernatural, my sacrament Is scraping from these dreidel spinning hoes Whoa, I got an axe to grind, I got an axel in my mind I wind it till I'm binded to the nickels and dimes I drink until I'm spittin up slime Till I wrinkle like a pickle and brine I'm on a waterbed with your girl 30 minutes later, that's a ripple in time My gun's may stop working but my missiles are fine Hob-knobin' hot dollar sign budget Kansas City traded Tony Gonzalez like fuck it Fuck pushin these cheap tricks Three things make money out in Kansas City That's drugs, pussy and Jesus B's itch and move the fuck over Get ready for the Mac Lethal movie Closing-liner rollercoaster motherfucker [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania