Digital, pop corks to us and the God's we trust, it's adjust To the highs that we bring with the lows In the midst of hell speakin out in morse code
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Go'head..And Bow So Hard Till Yo Knees Hit Yo Forhead.. And The Flow Just Hit Code-Red Top 5 Mcs You Aint Gotta Remind Me, Top 5 Mcs You Gotta Rewind
go there hoe, If you cross that line I might overload I swear these lights-lights-lights be talking to me but I can't read Morse code Why every rapper
Keep your vision clear Cause only a coward lives in fear My surroundings Got only real powerful niggaz here Real men we have a code of ethics No question
instead I get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gums I feel your slurpin', slurpin, I'm skeetin' and squirtin' your tongue And I got about 5
And you in the way Overthrow these niggas planet Independance Day Felons, get split melons Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets Insecticide Johnny 5
It's mine (brrrr) that's yours, my gun is bisexual It's hittin male or female when I'm lettin go This is a code alert; my truck rim size da number on
up (Stand up) Everybody hands up (Hands up) Uh, man, I dunno, man Everytime I go to think of something played out to say You already said it [Verse 1 - Royce da 5
: [Chorus: Cee-Lo, Royce the 5'9"] Give me a mountain. Give me a sea Put your mind on wonderland, be what you want to be. Wooow It's Politics. *Ha my
harder - wrapped up Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil Black man, 5
two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six digits, big engines Get lots of head like six midgets It just this code
I'm blazin up the path on and on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code I'm bashin all
man today shot him in his back as he ran away then i blew up his hut with a hang grenade cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray just 5 more
FNF Till the world, blow up, they said I was so finished I told 'em its show business Meaning it's no business, since Fiasco's in it Disrespect the dress code
the poorest city, according to census report thatls cause they didn't count all the bricks that came through the port Live by the code die by the code