Dr. Yen Lo - Day 110 lyrics

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Dr. Yen Lo - Day 110 lyrics

[Sample] Taken 8 prisoners, k**ing 4 enemies in the process, where one leg and one arm was shattered, and he could only crawl because the other leg had blown off into bits. Wounded 5 times, dragging himself across the direct fire... [Ka] It's a mess [?] [Hook: Ka] Mission after mission My division missing from attrition The hunger of the younger little wishing for the wisdom So running with 'em brung 'em dinner Listing is his fishing Cast a line Slave body mastermind Mastermind (It's time) [Ka] Shun side 'em, young solemn From bottom, major plummet Craving stomach Way I'm behaving my days is numbered Thought me worthless but my purpose Record the saga Bread and evil Couldn't thread a needle with my moral fiber I give you life decoded, nicely quoted No need to rest, cheated d**h, my dice was loaded Pump me I'm God's receiver Firm, hardened leader Blind with scarlet fever Pining for a hardy diva Convinced I'm prince in the ba*tard's shell Logging dogma, cat's could tell, I cast a spell Slow road to heaven, my brethren living fast as hell My prestige is fresh-squeezed, your craft is stale [Sample] My magic is better than your magic! [Ka] You feel a difference, had a ill existence Fend for self, extended wealth, would steal equipments Barred from tops, gotta spark with market crops My gun come with Dum-Dums, took smarter shots Scrawl from artist blocks, now it's hard as rocks I face duration, take on Jason and his Argonauts Rook 'em, could tell we shook 'em, looking apprehensive Soon to be in they community, we attack the fences Grind through, mind you, my acts was senseless Back the benches, pumping the accompany, my strapped apprentice [Hook: Ka] Mission after mission Mission after mission, yo Mission after mission My division missing from attrition The hunger of the younger little wishing for the wisdom So running with 'em brung 'em dinner Listing is his fishing Cast a line Slave body mastermind Mastermind [Ka] Never doubting, from the Hill still press your mountain They lined up, drying up, come select a fountain Through me it's truly movie, no director shouting "Excuse me!" Your moves too nooby to be the next they touting Popping thug, get rocked by scrub, pockets dug For me, lots of love, comes as pots of grub Take time with rhymes, you'll find these as drops of blood Poignantly coin the ointment for they toxic d** sh** friend, I'm at wit's end when I load the dragon Clips cramming, hiss landing, yours holding pattern Diminish before you spinach, squeeze pressing certain The soil your olive oil, seems extra virgin Black face in the rat race, aggressive vermin Slick kings till we get wings or our flesh is burning Press your sermon, inspire those less determined For brown hood make it sound good, that's the message's burden [Sample] I've got 500 people at my disposal ... a thousand if I need them [Hook: Ka] Mission after mission Mission after mission, yo Mission after mission My division missing from attrition The hunger of the younger little wishing for the wisdom So running with 'em brung 'em dinner Listing is his fishing Cast a line Slave body mastermind I mastermind Bold scroll not the pa**ing rhyme ...

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