[Intro]
Yo, Romes, turn me up, don't kill me though
I'm not deaf and shit
Yo Balt, what up nigga?
You should drop some, exactly
This is like some, like some throwback shit
And we like in 90, we like in '91, '94
Some shit like that, you know what I'm saying?
[?] was about to pop, Art of Origin
[?] you know what I mean
Boom-bap is life!
[Verse 1]
I put the every in everything
And the only thing that I care about is the fact that I don't care about anything
Keep my heart empty, a promise that I made to a dying man
I use the sharpened handle of a hot frying pan to remove your wife's diaphragm
I make you die on the Gram
My IQ is a high exam, my defeat, that's a lie and a scam
Drunk off Jack Daniel's, wearing flanels like hillbillies
Bar fight I was outnumbered but you can't kill Achilles
Coins for the Devil's boltman
I be the illest you witness from the time that God opened your eyes until Chino closes them
Control syllables like an inbred carny does a Ferris wheel
What you hear is real, I fuck bitches better when the hair is real
Stomp you with the heel of my Timberland shoes
Until your face is broken like plastic seals on a package of pills you shouldn't use
You ain't that dude if the sight of blood'll have you fainting
As an artist we suffer so much, that's why it's called a pain-ting
Yo, Romes, turn me up, don't kill me though
I'm not deaf and shit
Yo Balt, what up nigga?
You should drop some, exactly
This is like some, like some throwback shit
And we like in 90, we like in '91, '94
Some shit like that, you know what I'm saying?
[?] was about to pop, Art of Origin
[?] you know what I mean
Boom-bap is life!
[Verse 1]
I put the every in everything
And the only thing that I care about is the fact that I don't care about anything
Keep my heart empty, a promise that I made to a dying man
I use the sharpened handle of a hot frying pan to remove your wife's diaphragm
I make you die on the Gram
My IQ is a high exam, my defeat, that's a lie and a scam
Drunk off Jack Daniel's, wearing flanels like hillbillies
Bar fight I was outnumbered but you can't kill Achilles
Coins for the Devil's boltman
I be the illest you witness from the time that God opened your eyes until Chino closes them
Control syllables like an inbred carny does a Ferris wheel
What you hear is real, I fuck bitches better when the hair is real
Stomp you with the heel of my Timberland shoes
Until your face is broken like plastic seals on a package of pills you shouldn't use
You ain't that dude if the sight of blood'll have you fainting
As an artist we suffer so much, that's why it's called a pain-ting
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