Prevail - Weight lyrics

[Ghostface k**ah] Ayo my c**aine grimey like Colgate And when Christ comes, I'mma go relocate Finish off them dimes, big slabs of crack, write in my gangsta's will Burry me at the plate in Bronx Bombersfield Give my young gods the four horses My baby girls get the pink Porches Dookie gems and they're all gorgeous King Tone had a mean fortress Of french maids blowing me down like Ferra Faucet My gun collection is big in the Adolf section My little mini me, he bump off the Mexicans Mostly known for my earlobes Four million dollar disco balls, Ish** dough My wrist cut bang gla** on the crystal floor At Club Shizznit with Romey Rome, just came home Violated parole selling cell phones, with a Snoop Dogg perm His brother puff sherm through to and big worm [Hook 2X: The Alchemist] Weight, my my my money fold up Uh, my my my pockets swolled up Say what, say what, just roll up What's the hold up, unload and reload up [Prevail] Hell fire, hell fire, hamburger hill shell fire k** a choir like a knife on the front line Private live riot stage show, first burn, flame throw Overthrow, take over, name known around the globe King cobra, poison slow fang, jungle overgrown Wu-Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist k**ing the song Top billing, feeling famous, chop heads, rock iller [Madchild] Comic villain on paink**ers watching good fellas Dancing in the dungeon all by myself I say I think I'm going crazy, that's a cry for help My phone don't ring but get s**y text messages Gun under my couch got the b**hes mind wrestling Me I'm just chilling with k**ers at my disposal I'm fulfilling you will accept my proposal Put another dime in the jukebox, I love rock and roll Bulletproof vest, pop, lock and load [Hook 2X: The Alchemist] Weight, my my my money fold up Uh, my my my pockets swolled up Say what, say what, just roll up What's the hold up, unload and reload up [The Alchemist] Rap zombie I'm controlled by powers beyond me I go from the drum machines straight to the DVD To the harddrive, to the G5, to the computer screen To the lab, through the speakers to the pens and the pads To the science, to the math, to the vocab Straight to the vocal booth, to the mic, back to that old rap Through the speakers to the place where your heart and your soul at Drop out the drums, rough mix, straight to the worked at Bounce the track to disc format and then burn that To the cd, we take it to the truck where the systems at Make sure the ba** hit like a thunderclap Then I double back to the lab fast like I was running laps I freeze, back to the digi d to an MP3 Through the internet freeway, straight to the DJ Straight to the radio, constant airplay I gotta keep true to my plate So I'm moving that [Hook 2X: The Alchemist] Weight, my my my money fold up Uh, my my my pockets swolled up Say what, say what, just roll up What's the hold up, unload and reload up