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But don't tell no lie about meAnd i won't tell truth about you
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Bad queenGlad to be backMad Ting, na-na (Mafio House)Nobody can diss the real hustlerDépi long time yo pa sav, di yo pa rété laWe make di pum pum turn up, me nah tell no lie (no lie)Call me di bad queen, coming from Madinina (Madinina)Anywhere we go we kill, yuh top shotta dem fi knowMad ting, hot like a gunshot, you knowKombien fess, kombien gyal konten back it up (up)Gi' me di pum pum session, DJ a mash it upMoney pull upAction, we a turn it upShotta run di place and guess who a bring it upPull upHot, hot, hot, yeah, we hot (hot)Bad gyal deh yah, dem a whine it to di topMoney pull up (pull up, money pull up)Shotta run di place and guess who a bring it upMoney pull up (pull up, money pull up)Bad gyal deh yah, dem a whine it to di topMoney pull upBad gyal with my positionWhine to di top, si ou pa lé ay kokelMoney pull upWhine me a whine pa bizwen tropBad queen, action, di yo nou toujou upSo me say, whine fi me, baby, any time yuh readyBend your back, neva get enough, I'm greedyNo, we nah care, uhUp inna di air (uh)Check, I got new watch on me wrist, uhMoney pull upAction, we a turn it upShotta run di place and guess who a bring it upPull upHot, hot, hot, yeah, we hot (hot)Bad gyal deh yah, dem a whine it to di topMoney pull up (pull up, money pull up)Shotta run di place and guess who a bring it upMoney pull up (pull up, money pull up)Bad gyal deh yah, dem a whine it to di topNobody can diss the real hustlerDépi long time yo pa sav, di yo pa rété laWe make di pum pum turn up, me nah tell no lie (no lie)Call me di bad queen, coming from Madinina (Madinina)Anywhere we go we kill, yuh top shotta dem fi knowMad ting, hot like a gunshot, you knowKombien fess, kombien gyal konten back it up (up)Gi' me di pum pum session, DJ a mash it upMoney pull upAction, we a turn it upShotta run di place and guess who a bring it upPull upHot, hot, hot, yeah, we hot (hot)Bad gyal deh yah, dem a whine it to di topMoney pull up (pull up, money pull up)Shotta run di place and guess who a bring it upMoney pull up (pull up, money pull up)Bad gyal deh yah, dem a whine it to di topMoney pull up
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headAnd as I climb into an empty bedOh well, enough saidI know it's over still I clingI don't know where else I can goOhOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headSee, the sea wants to take meThe knife wants to slit meDo you think you can help me?Sad veiled bride, please be happyHandsome groom, give her roomLoud, loutish lover, treat her kindlyThough she needs youMore than she loves youAnd I know it's over still I clingI don't know where else I can goOver and over and over and overOver and over, la, la, laI know it's overAnd it never really beganBut in my heart it was so realAnd you even spoke to me, and saidIf you're so funnyThen why are you on your own tonight?And if you're so cleverThen why are you on your own tonight?If you're so very entertainingThen why are you on your own tonight?If you're so very good lookingWhy do you sleep alone tonight?I know'Cause tonight is just like any other nightThat's why you're on your own tonightWith your triumphs and your charmsWhile they're in each other's armsIt's so easy to laughIt's so easy to hateIt takes strength to be gentle and kindOver, over, over, overIt's so easy to laughIt's so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kindOver, overLove is natural and realBut not for you, my loveNot tonight, my loveLove is natural and realBut not for such as you and I, my loveOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over myOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headOh mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my headOh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
15 Feb, 16:38
Beyond what y'all fathom, I shit on cats and jaw tap 'emShow no compassion, like havin' a straight-faced orgasmToe jack 'em, have his half-a-10 bitch suck my friend's dickIn the meantime, you can French-kiss this clenched fistDiabolic, a one-man brigade spreading cancer plagueFist-fuckin' a pussy's face, holdin' a hand grenadeSo, if I catch you bluffin', faggot, you're less than nothin'I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reductionYou motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm meI'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an armyStorm the planet, huntin' you down, 'cause I'm on a missionTo split your body into a billion one-celled organismsImmortal Technique'll destroy your religion, you stupid bitchYou're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifixI'm 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chipsArsenic language transmitted revolutionarilyI'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitablyChemically bomb you, fuck usin' a chrome pieceI'm Illmatic, you won't make it home, like Jerome's nieceI'll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' meAnd then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphyThis puppet democracy brainwashed your psychologySo you're nothing, like diversity without equalityAnd your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythologyUsing numerology to count the people I sent to HeavenProduces more digits than 22 divided by sevenYou're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspectYou never killed a cop, you not a motherfucking thug yetYour mind is empty and spaciousLike the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racistFace it, you're too basic, you're never gonna make itLike children walkin' through Antarctica butt-naked
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hairAnd dragged her into a lobby that had nobody thereShe struggled hard, but they forced her to go up the stairsThey got to the roof and then held her down on the groundScreaming, "Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!"The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawedSo Billy stomped on the bitch until he'd broken her jawThem dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doin'They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped movin'Blood leakin' through the cloth, she cried silentlyAnd then they all proceeded to rape her violentlyBilly was meant to go first, but each of them took a turnRippin' her up, and chokin' her until her throat burnedHer broken jaw mumbled for God, but they weren't concernedWhen they were done and she was lying bloody, broken, and bruisedOne of them niggas pulled out a brand new .22They told him that she was a witness for what she'd gone throughAnd if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the crewHe thought about it for a minute, she was practically deadAnd so he leaned over and put the gun right to her headI'm fallin' and I can't turn backI'm fallin' and I can't turn backRight before he pulled the trigger and ended her lifeHe thought about the cocaine with the platinum and iceAnd he felt strong, standing along with his new brothersCocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt coverBut what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own motherShe looked back at him and cried 'cause he had forsaken herShe cried more painfully than when they were rapin' herHis whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplateHis corruption had successfully changed his fateAnd he remembered how his mom used to come home lateWorkin' hard for nothin', 'cause now what was he worth?He turned away from the woman that had once given him birthAnd crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scaredBut only the devil responded 'cause God wasn't thereAnd right then, he knew what it was to be empty and coldAnd so he jumped off the roof and died with no soulThey say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt itAfter that, they killed his mother and never spoke about itAnd listen, 'cause the story that I'm telling is true'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom tooAnd now the devil follows me everywhere that I goIn fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my showsAnd every street cypher, listening to little thugs flowHe could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't knowThe devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wickedWhite, brown, yellow, and black, color is not restrictedYou have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflictedAnd you'll be one of God's children that fell from the topThere's no diversity because we're burning in the melting potSo when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say, "Never"Because a dance with the devil might last you foreverOh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh?But it's notYou didn't count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after youY'all niggas ain't shit, your producers ain't shit, your fuckin' A&R ain't shitI'll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo dealYo, Diabolic, take this motherfucker's head off!Go 'head and grip Glocks, I'll snap your trigger finger in six spotsYou'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shotsI'll watch you topple flat, put away your rings and holla backCan't freestyle, you're screwed off the top, like bottle capsBeneath the surface, I'm overheatin' your receiver circuitsBy unleashin' deeper verses than priests speak in churchesWhat you preach is worthless, your worship defeat the purposeLike President Bush takin' bullets for the Secret Service
I once knew a nigga whose real name was WilliamHis primary concern was makin' a millionBein' the illest hustler that the world ever seenHe used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreamsA corrupted young mind at the age of 13Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiendShe put the pipe down, but for every year she was soberHer son's heart simultaneously grew colderHe started hangin' out, sellin' bags in the projectsCheckin' the young chicks, lookin' for hit-and-run prospectsHe was fascinated by material objectsBut he understood, money never bought respectHe built a reputation 'cause he could hustle and stealBut got locked once and didn't hesitate to squealSo criminals he chilled with didn't think he was realYou see, me and niggas like this have never been equalI don't project my insecurities on other peopleHe fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needlesAnd so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evilA feeble-minded young man with infinite potentialThe product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mentalCoincidentally, dropped out of school to sell weedDancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleedBut he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greedEveryone tryin' to be trife, never face the consequencesYou probably only did a month for minor offensesAsk a nigga doing life if he had another chanceBut then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advanceDance forever with the devil on a cold cell blockBut that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rockDevils used to be God's angels that fell from the topThere's no diversity because we're burning in the melting potSo, Billy started robbin' niggas, anything he could doTo get his respect back in the eyes of his crewStarting fights over little shit up on the blockStepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rockWorkin' overtime for makin' money for the crack spotHit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaineFulfillin' the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brainTired of the block niggas treatin' him the sameHe wanted to be major, like the cutthroats and the thugsBut when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no loveThey told him any motherfuckin' coward can sell drugsAny bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugsAny nigga with a red shirt can front like a BloodEven Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in the clubBut only a real thug can stab someone 'til they dieStanding in front of them, staring straight into their eyesBilly realized that these men were well guardedAnd they wanted to test him before business startedSuggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-heartedSo now he had a choice between going back to his lifeOr makin' money with made men, up in the cyph'His dreams about cars and ice made him agreeA hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to beAnd so he met them Friday night at a quarter to threeEveryone tryin' to be trife, never face the consequencesYou probably only did a month for minor offensesAsk a nigga doing life if he had another chanceBut then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advanceDance forever with the devil on a cold cell blockBut that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rockDevils used to be God's angels that fell from the topThere's no diversity because we're burning in the melting potThey drove around the projects slow while it was rainingSmokin' blunts, drinkin' and jokin' for entertainmentUntil they saw a woman on the street, walkin' aloneThree in the morning, coming back from work, on her way homeAnd so they quietly got out the car and followed herWalkin' through the projects, the darkness swallowed herThey wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor"This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw"