Papa j. Ruiz - Lords of Infamy lyrics

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Papa j. Ruiz - Lords of Infamy lyrics

[Intro: EmptySev] Microphone checka Microhphone check Microhphone checka Check-checka Uh [Verse 1: EmptySev] Went from dropping practice over beats lace my Madlib To dropping off the surface of this Doom like its imagine Still Organizing Threats like mad villains with the matches Be foolish if thought there was a watch and got the clues On every dollar bill you ba*tard 7-4 he machete slice through all this rap sh** I'm Michael Corleone in my past tense Too spiritual for fascist, dark rich blood like mola**es Is flowing through this thick skin like a mammoth Cut from a different cloth, I walk this Earth without a fashion Ah, I don't bleed the same way you do That psychedelic voodoo, kiss the sky who you stay true to Introduce you to the right side of your brain like ancient kung-fu Some rappers is worthless like appendix Get tossed up in the back of the continent, self-diminished I'm lifted, I beat your f**in' odds But never beat around the bush, like you been sinning My soul's been infinite [Hook: EmptySev] Aye yo Lords of Infamy never come to stand still But with the ironfist I ain't talking no steel [?] like the elements and never settle for the mills I want that gold sh**, want that gold sh** Aye yo Lords of Infamy never come to stand still With the ironfist I ain't talking no steel [?] like the elements and never settle for the mills I want that gold sh**, want that gold sh** [Verse 2: Papa J. Ruiz] Look, look... I'm the devil in the walking flesh Judgment day car 55 And an a** of b**hes homie while we having s** I'm like a rocket launch, best duck Oh you doing somersaults? I done have but a loss Now I'm coming back up Tell these hoes and these b**h rappers back up Gimme me a mill or 55 bricks of that gold plaque (what?) Or Im'a steal it off your buildings And sweeten it until I'm rich and my corpse fat (uh) With the words "f** you" on my doormat If I'm sent to prison Ima cause havoc til the warden has me forced back (wha?) The breathing struggles, society With the lighter in hand, my fist balled up they eyeing me To decrease the air I breathe If succeed, hurt your eyes like I sprayed you with aerosol G Do you care to see, the seed live out his dream With 55 million dollars made right before i leave I don't think you do, I don't think you do Motherf**ers don't wanna see me breathe I don't think you do, I don't think you do Imma get this cheddar before I leave [Hook: EmptySev] [Verse 3: JMega The God] Son flipped, thought the fire escape Katana blade, Soul Caliber Edges [?] sound of his face Gods, chemist in the lab posted, the spliff: a genius Shotgun, black gloves, on my way to Phoenix Mic specialist, war paint, travel on elephants Made his load, closest in hand, four elements Son move stars all at law, that's the lord, knowledge born Manifest in flesh, from one proton Watch Megatron transform the human cannon Laser shooting out of his arms, the kid's amazing I am masked with the neck charm, Decepticon Extra-large repertoire, deadly thoughts Bon voyage, nonchalantly, original, you my offspring It's costly, you cross kings, brought you d**h over coffee Get these devils off me, hitman-style, the pistoleer Hundred dollar dutch, light that up, it's like we millionaires [Hook: EmptySev]

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