, down to Mephisto's Cafe Down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe And the gears will spin and the sinners sin But at least we'll give them hell And the righteous few will spit
the '80s, my '90s was like the Navy You was like the Bradys, you still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like
s the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, sh-t, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it! Wizard of words when he he spits
here for Better not be drama, I hate acting tight Cut that ass like a director, and edit you like a re-write Ain't nobody playing, filleting ya like
with a Z bargain Like Crazy Eddie commercials Go Ah AH AHH AHHH network with a dirt devil Burn train buffers. Hi! Cute the way your little parasol spins
address, release a mailer" (dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line) I spin
blunts and the different kind of homegrown, Blueberry to purple ????, Cannabis cup what roll it up I'm on tour Don't forget the show I spit and I
ask Me myself with my face pressed Up against love's glass To see the shiny toy I've been hoping for The one I never can afford The wide world spins and spits
-t cos, What it look like not's what it look like, Might what it look like but your whom I don't like, Cos you say it like you know that its true, Tryna
yer face, it's replaced. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV] Yo, my eyes -- I pity de fool who will sell it Like dresser, uh huh. I be de midget
-0-5!!! Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like
' Open back up last time as I spit a little dough in my mind she jus like one of a kind no c's no stand in her hind shes jus like me rappin a line perfect
White Michael spitting Mark Mirage spinning and Short Shane was drunk Rest of it was blurry and kind of slip my mind Now I'm feeling out of touch like
We move in step like machines, not one but a sum, not a drop but a wave. Similar we behave not a point but a hum. The war is like a symphony that rings
sign an autograph for the last time The ungrateful dead reoccurring images playin' in my head Every color in America bled Canibus grabbed the mic like an energized amulet Then spit
around like a western Spin one-eighty degrees, squeeze off, blow your chest in Weigh shots by the units, bang this opportunist You want war, I'm quick on draw, like
Your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP nigga
rap spitter A hair pin trigger A crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the realer Spin around tornado lust for the words Rap it up, light dope, fly like a