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ISIS (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
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Nitin Randhawa
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Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or better known as ADHD, is a mental disorder that affects an individual's ability to focus Causing them to move around more frequently They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa) Three times for them hoes on the internet Sh*ttin' on n***as when they really should get out more Four times for the days that were all bad (Woo!) Five times for the b*t*hes who ain't called back (Yeah) Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap) Kidnap a n***a like ISIS (Whoa) Turn a whole world to a crisis (Whoa) Walk around the city with a ice pick I been paranoid, usually, I ain't like this (Boop, boop) Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get, uh (Woo!) Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop) In my whole life, I been lifeless Now I'm so fly, I'm a muhf**kin' flight risk (Woo! Whoa) F**k a couple hoes 'til I pa** out (Whoa) N***as throwin' stones at my gla** house (Whoa) I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Whoa) Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Whoa) Family lookin' at me like a cash cow (Whoa) Errybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa) Thought you had a chance, now you a**ed out N***a, I'm the muhf**kin' man, where you at now? (Whoa) F**k it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin' I ain't trippin', this is nothin' (Brap, brap, brap) I been livin' in the dungeon I done held a couple grudges Went to hell and got abducted Meet the devil, I'm his cousin I ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap) Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when I'm bussin' N***as duckin' (Bop) Even Stevie Wonder could've see it comin' (Brrrap, brap, bop) I ain't judgin', I just want the money, I don't need a budget I been hungry, I ain't got no oven (Bop, bop, brrrap, brap) But I got the munchies, n***a How you gon' move on the front line? (Woo!) If I don't f**k with you, I just cut ties (Whoa) My high school teacher said I'd never be sh*t Tell that b*t*h that I turned out just fine (Joyner) And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time (Woo!) We do not share the same bloodline (No) You love to run your mouth like a tough guy Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time (Woo!) One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) Two times for them b*t*hes in the South Shore (Whoa) Three times for them days on the block Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherf**kin' outlaw Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!) Five times for the b*t*hes who ain't called back (Yeah) Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap) All the freaks coming out when the sun down Hating on it, I don't give a f**k now Bad little b*t*h with her tongue out Told her go long, its a touchdown Do this for the city and the state Buster better bring me to the safe Went up right now I ain't really tryna wait Got me on trial but I'm beating that case Motherf**ker say it to my face Say it to my face, motherf**ker go and say it to my face Trippin' now, everything straight Rappers all wanna drop it now and they can't even get a date Feeling greater than a meth head If you got a problem don't stand here In the middle of the ocean, see the land here Any helicopter, f**ker, we gon' land here One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) Two times for them b*t*hes in the South Shore (Whoa) Three times for them days on the block Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherf**kin' outlaw Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!) Five times for the b*t*hes who ain't called back (Yeah) Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (F**k do you know 'bout my pain?) If I quote it n***a, I wrote it n***a Six head shots, I’ll erode a n***a Pop another clip and I'm reloaded n***a Ain’t no way around it, I’m the coldest n***a Do a n***a dirty life's a coal, my n***a Get you cleaned up then I fold you n***a Shout out to the haters who promote a n***a Flow hot, whip cold, I’m bipolar n***a But I don’t like to talk about a Rover n***a Keep this sh*t a hundred, I just sold it n***a Tired of police looking at me like I stole it n***a Probably just gonna cop a lil Corolla n***a Don’t need a rollie on to know I’m getting older n***a Dreamville going way up like a floater n***a Couple hands out like I owe them n***as Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my n***a? No snakes in the gra** cause I mowed it n***a F**k do you know ‘bout my pain? (Right there let me get that there Talk about it) F**k do you know ‘bout my dreams? (Talk about it) Nada Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're looking at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the ba** down? Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pu**y and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me Reaping everything I sow, so my karma come in heaven No preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherf**king gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) Two times for them b*t*hes in the South Shore (Whoa) Three times for them days on the block Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherf**kin' outlaw Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!) Five times for the b*t*hes who ain't called back (Yeah) Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap) Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!) Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses Everybody livin' on the surface But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it What's beef? Beef is when you murder motherf**kers on a beat Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Nah, nah, what's beef? Beef is brothers dyin' over sh*t That never mattered in the first place, lyin' in the street What's peace? Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast When enough time pa**, then you blast Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict F**k around and you don't wanna start sh*t, woo! Comin' with the hot sh*t, all they do is talk sh*t You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it High and drunk, call that HD vision All these other motherf**kers full of indecision And I murder with precision all over your television I'm numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision Never listen, we gon' leave them missin' That's the mission like ISIS (ISIS) Ain't no time to bicker over who the nicest It's Logic, it's obvious, just ask the audience I've come to body this sh*t (Body this sh*t) Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis You Kelly, you pu**y, you pu**y Don't push me, I'm Louis Vuitton You at Target with your mom On the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this n***a) I just sent a steak back at Mastro's, my god Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!) Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses Everybody livin' on the surface But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it Yeah, uh, far from the minimum, killin' 'em with no Ritalin And 5'9" was the middleman to get 'em in the same room Now we on the same tune, and we sealed the game's doom The illest of lyricists on the same sh*t RattPack, clap back on the gang sh*t Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame sh*t, woo! One time for the Grammy that I never got Two times for the Garden that I sold out Three times for the street crimes that I committed Yeah, I did it, but thank God that I made it out Four times 'cause I'm a f**kin' b*st*rd Five times Platinum with my last sh*t Six times for the beats and the rhymes F**k the heat and the crime Keep the peace like a waistline, woo! I'm the rawest, uh, rest of y'all just one of a I’m becoming what I used to make fun of, a Smug son of a b*t*h, f**k it though Going for the f**king jugular Leave them in a puddle of blood I’m a Killer, but I'm a cut above the others Bloody glove in a prison yard, Jodi Arias I’m coming for you, f**k if the world doesn’t approve Here I come as a custodian I'm dressed, to smuggle ya A** out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with Another f**king nut, we’ll make a tub of truffle b***er I’ma take this chubby, shove it up that nice round little bubble b*** Make it double-stuffed Pull it out one hole, put it in the other one Make a peanut b***er cup, bust (yeah) We can f**k on a golf cart Tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or f**king rough Like a dog bark, stop at a Walmart Get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub Fill up them buns with a hot dog To be frank these other motherf**kers ain’t even in the ball park Then she pulled out the condiment drawer She must heard this is where the condoms get stored Sign above the door to the sauna says “Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah” Told her I got something for her Sharp and it’s pointed And it’s head’s on swole, hold it like a samurai She said, “Woah, look at that bulge, must have a huge ego” I said, “Is it me you’re aiming that compliment toward?” She said, “Yes my ninja, please get to stabbing this sh*t” I commenced to dropping them drawers Threw my black belt and gauntlets all onto the floor Zipped down my fly, whipped out my confident sword One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) Two times for the Garden that I sold out (Whoa) Three times for them hoes on the internet Sh*ttin' on n***as when they really should get out more Four times 'cause I'm a f**kin' b*st*rd (Woo!) Five times for the b*t*hes who ain't called back (Yeah) Six times for the beats and the rhymes F**k the heat and the crime Keep the peace like a waistline, woo!
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