Correction Paroles Mack 11 Matrimony par Kyo

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It's just... like this... bless...

Liquor let me levitate until my heavy head sustains
The crown, symbolizin' the power these diamonds demonstrate
Sail my ship inside the bottle through these seas 'til they evaporate
Tip the fifth of whiskey back an' left it empty 'fore I set it straight
Like glimpses of the peasants' fate who tried invokin' Lennon's name
They want me to recant my faith but I believe Yesterday
And you should count ya' blessings 'cause if I lived in the present
It's just to send the message ya' dynasty's death is destined
Nestled at the breast of eternity's wordless entrance
To the next life, bet I make sure the whole earth'll visit
Lonely life for the reapers but we three'll raise our glasses up
Pour out a li'l, baptizin' the planet's passage back to dust
So a word to the wise who say energy never dies
I bet ya' reconsider if ya' stare in my eyes
That extinguish everything, like this cigarette in my fingers from
Which smoke floats to the sky, ash to ashes, such an' such... yep

Studio ciggie smoking
Wrote it quick but can he quote it
Christion full of smoke when he toke it
Spit Ebola, sh*t on n***as even wit a empty colon
Leave enemies broken, Sinny be on em
Sinny be...semi focused
Blicky totin near Central district, shirt could lift up at any moment
Never fit in wit any social, congregation
All praise to Allah, mama Fellanah blessed a n***a in Yoruba
Chin up to the sky, devils tryna play God then, who am I
Rather mask up, shoot and rob then work for a b*t*h n***a in a suit and tie
Wanting me to kiss ass for this stupid job
Scrutinize who I'm by
Capitol terrorists slapped on the wrist, yet looters die
Suicide failure, I got the proof with scars
Lungs resemble black and mild cigars
Hit one last lick, tried to be incognito yet they knew the car
Get drunk til I sound like Doodle-Bob
Fatty Spins how I do ya mom
Feeling like mokuba in the card trapped in the dark
sh*t on yo porch you sh*t on my art
Magic hands how the cash vanish
Spent on brew and enough for a sandwich
Kitty call me mannish, same b*t*h seen me naked grown paused in panicked
Damn near fell from the top step to the landing, damn it
Chilling in the studio wit legends, we the cartel
Savior Monroe and Kyo brethren, with the Rondale
Dropping heavy like barbell
Rap circles round you like a cartwheel
My bars will burn like hot tar will
I might not harm but my art will
More Kano when I say heartfelt
Not rnb that make brauds melt
I rather have a new car smell
Than that pu**y that be on yall breath
We heavy over here
Yall coming up with that small press
She showed here in that long dress
Left after tasting my ball sweat
She told me f**king wit you be making her nauseous and you a small fit
I told her ill be here to give her that long d**k
Then her bra lift
We exhausted, and that why
She coming to you saying Im tired
Im working a double not 9-5, you boring her n***a so why try (Why)
She want the presence of a legend so we give it to her
Dont mind being second on my check list cus a winner screw her
You n***as soft as baby sh, ima say kid manure
Proper in my city
Ruler of n***as that's getting mula
If its the root of all evil, we take another route
Seeing what it do to our people escape another drout
Till it is another way to eat I keep a stacky on me
Mack instead of matrimony don't clash with my rapping homies

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