I'm writing this while on the high seas And I mean higher than the days we spent shooting the breeze This ship is rolling quite a bit But you know
"This is hell." Wiser words have never been said Minus kess and cain I'm fucking dead I'm a fucking trainwreck I'm a bloody mess I hate this distance
hard to keep the faith. So forgive me if I've gone astray, but seeing is believing; And you're selling me a story that isn't very convincing. Heaven sent hell
many tears into these phonelines. I think we're going to drown (allston, tribeca). This distance is going to put us under the ground. This distance is
Jackson made the hell And the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gabe went How do I say this I'm living for my sun But I can't figure out why I'm at my temple with this
this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't
The rhyme I pick up trick up and like hiccup (Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah I Can Beat
, don't frown, go down, heat it up I'm like a New Edition, y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight Is this
, hey look girl is that Jimi Hendrix? 'Scuse me while I kiss your guy Everyone tells me I'm the female Eminem Well, all I'm gonna talk about is getting
[WC] For what? [CT] Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga [WC] Ahh hell naw nigga! [CT] Sheyitt Now here we go, y'all gotta play this Due
' off of one joint, stoppin' a Limo Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this
that, can?t impersonate perfection man But I can school you, this here is the lesson plan Now uh uh, some of y?all comparing me Either you blind as hell
Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin, Big Moe wreck one more so we can hit this flow, cause
they worth This is for the millionaires Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin' Honeys start to stare 'Cause game is money and money is
about the two Well, let me tell you we're the Diaz Brothers bitch And we doin' this just for you, yo yo (What?) Said we doin' this just for you, uh uh
it, got to calmly load it Cock it, pop it, shot it, head exploded And he owed it The murder he wrote it Never panned out Devoted is quoted you know this
to my demo Please listen to my demo Please listen to my demo A nigga told me the record company's the pimp The artist is the hoe, the stage is the corner
long I suppose This kind of jinx Is unbelievable This kind of jinx Has a touch of the infantile This kind of jinx Is laughable This kind of jinx Has