Handel: Agrippina, HWV 6 / Act 3: Amico ciel, seconda il mio disegno

歌詞

[Mike G:] Uhh... hey y'all; yeah I'm still a hazardous spitter, I figure I'd rap to get richer But after that I remembered most artists ain't paintin pictures So when I started I knew that they would thank me like November Don't need a number one spot, 'gainst you rankin contenders And people say a lot of things but they never say what's real The fuck you talkin 'bout? Emcees on my heels When they ain't got the same speed, don't do the same things Don't understand my words niggaz like they can't read Heard you're intimdated by people you cain't be And ain't no comin to my level if your nose might bleed So I got my shoes on - ain't no goin slow Shoot the other runners 'fore they even say go Fuck 'em~! Eh eh eh... Odd Future [Mike G:] Aiyyo; I'm classic like '96 posted on the corner No chain on, shoot up them niggaz because I wanna Fuck it, you'll see, don't bring your kids 'round me Worse than that 25th fuckin letter times three You're a lame, I'm sayin I ain't even in your range Six banks one day, hit the block then change That's - pretty much my only scheme to get rich Cops come, answer the door like "I ain't did shit! " Fuck 'em all mindstate, kill 'em all attitude Body didn't fit in the case - I'm like "That'll do" There he go! Make your heart beat at a faster pace Go to shows lookin for rappers to lacerate You hear hollerin and you just heard doom Tell 'em don't fear me, fear the fuckin full moon Collect body parts and try to reattach at the seams Like get 'em boys, get the wolves on your own team Fuck 'em~! Yeah... Odd Future Yeah... yeah... [Interlude:] Niggaz don't know what to motherfuckin do When that bullet hit your motherfuckin head, bitch We be on the blocks, servin rocks, shootin Glocks With the motherfuckin neighborhood gang, hoe! [Mike G:] Ay I'm Mike G, bet they know my name on your block It's funny, I come around to watch everything stop Nigga red lights, red dots, pointed at your head like Figure these niggaz wet cause shit wasn't dead right O.F. Wolf Gang, number one assholes Maim fuckin bodies, don't worry about a death toll All I know is Taco filmin porno in a hotel Earl fuckin got away, Hodgy's fuckin duckin jail Veggies stashed the murder weapons under the bottom bunk And Tyler is ridin 'round with a bitch in his trunk Speakers loud and distorted, stickin forks in the outlet Didn't drop the body cause we left without the address Had to call him up - ask why he wasn't there yet Said he's strikin out so he didn't use the MapQuest Said he'd be surprised if he survived the night Tyler dumped the body in the first place he think is right like They be on some raise fuss, I be on some cake up Raise your cup to the fact that you ain't wakin up Take it how you want it, muh'fucker gettin stuck Cause bottom line is they are them, we are us Fuck 'em~!... Odd Future