M-Eighty - Papyrus Prophecies lyrics
[INTRO: Sample of overlapping bars] Yeah Staten Island! Not done! New York City park ill! Good luck, kid! [?] Beats! Yeah! Hip hop! Yo! k**er bees gonna swarm, k**er armed thugs! [?] k**ah Priest [?]! 'Sup k**er bees! Gold teeth! That's real talk, my n***a, yo! [Verse 1: M-Eighty] Let's start it off static, rhyme radic and it's evident Hip hop ain't going nowhere while the Almighty is present A nickel for your thoughts, 100,000 for these facets All my comrades in the force Strictly moving about your business Never a question, f** the tension, mind your ps and qs Some used to dropping dimes {We used to dropping j**els} Some used to copping pleas {We issue no excuse} co*k back aim and squeeze let loose like what it do? Now who you? k**a Beez swarm, guess who back home With the gold chain military brandishing arms Like word is bong Can-I-Bus, what up? Let's get it on Standing in the middle of the King of the Dot Like f** 'em all, we the greatest Track record proven through song What's beef? Medium well filet mignon With a side of crock fried rice and sweet cream corn They u'ed-a put up out a f**ing album out trying to challenge the Gods Chopping your swords [Hook] Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty [Sample] {Thank God Almighty they free at last!} Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty Al-al-al-al-al-al- Almighty [Sample] {Thank God Almighty they free at last!} [Verse 2: Canibus] Yo, speakin' with Darth Vader, talk like Marc Faber James Earl Jones flavor, M-Eighty asked me for a favor Super lyrical tongue laces pock-marked lungs with craters Jamaican comet ISOSun raiser Almighty fundraiser, the "redrum" undertaker 2013, this another summer shaker Earthquakes hit Yukadis, cicadas breathing poisonous vapors Alien races descended from spaceships Dangerous h*mostasis married to the matrices Your soul is naked in the Synagogue of Sad And his Satan is filled with hatred Clint Eastwood gotta get a background check to buy ammo cases Accidental racists in the eggshell White House Signing Executive Orders to put your lights out They don't care what your life is about If you got something to say The slavemaster gonna bite you in the mouth Hip Hop war via active Chief Information Officer Agent So-and-So wanna talk to ya A robot brain is at the top of the food chain The Anti-Christ is a pimp, technology is king! King! [Hook] [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Al-Al-Al-Al-Al-Almighty Represent hip hop like Chris Lighty Hold the mic like this is magic You don't wanna fight me k**a Beez on the swarm You better have nice at me s** me I'm married to this sh** My n***as be throwing rice at me More money, more mice More gold, more ice More swords, more vice And we ain't even finished yet Matey got me going to prison Thinking number winning vet Now I gotta spend the debt Let's go get dough, spitting on these n***as And I'm k**ing them with my sick flow Let my sh** go P-A-P-I Wardrobe king I don't give a f**, n***a You could put me in the bing All my n***as gots locked up Do your f**in' thing Throw them bells in the air Let them motherf**ers ring Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! [HOOK] [Fourth verse: Planet Asia] Al-Al-Al-Al-Al-Almighty Yo, Mama's child ain't the size of a midget Don't come talking that bullsh** if it ain't about digits I'm a murderous manmade machine out the galaxy f** up any emcee in the squad tryin' to battle me None of ya'll can flow on my level I'm the god quick to tell him to his face That your man is a devil And I came with my white partners Jewish homies and skateboarders, tastemakers And k**as that'll straight slaughter Who want what can get what and what not Buckshot spackle on your face right at the bus stop Shots from 100,000 autos Your wifey wanna swallow and gargle my marbles Gucci dungarees and Nautica cargos Send the cash to my account, Wells Fargo Almighty Almighty [Hook]