Fuck that R&B shit... I don't wanna hear that shit Shit, is analog, shut up, nigga Say, illusions, what what, illusions, I can sing Is real, fuck that, it's fake I'm God, fuck that, I'm a devil You stupid, it's an illusion Fuck, it's real, baby, I'm Allah, I'm Allah Aiyo, what up, baby, it's real, yo kill that shit, God-God Yo, yo, yo Illusions, makes my fantasy, reality Illusions, or maybe, my mind playing these tricks on me Illusions, as my brain, going insane Illusions, everything I see, turns into a dream Time's change, taught the long range, rips your airplanes Adjust your spaceship, guns with wooden grips & rubber grips My mind drifts, into the myst, as God exists Was the first question asked on my list I dug into the past, dealt with math's of getting that up So I subtracted it, kid, yo try to adapt to this shit I'm rugged, the Terrorist, rocks gold nuggets Crush your whole fucking shit, you're crushed Could I bumrush, could I come through? Blow like the wind, kid, stomp on your crew Ya'll shitty, your whole commitee, you try to fuck with me Get with me, get-get with me Get at me dog, I move like that Black, I'm strapped with the automatic mack Double dub it, we Digital, Bobby told me that! Put away the guns, kid, I always come strapped I'm with it, got with it, shit, on it Do it, oh! My nigga, he with it Mateo, he did the R&B shit, on my shit Baby, girl, let me suck a tit, peace It's war, my father only spoke of it Ever since he took his first breath Momma left, she came back in the picture She birthed me, now I'm here, yo, it's war Within the body, blood and bed cells White and red cells, they all fighting together It gets deeper than that, digital splat When I come through, hold a gat It's war, it's war It's war, as an encore, grenades Hand grenades, switch blades, rusty screwdrivers Knives, try to survive in this trife world Devices, magna vices, this is digital I come through, it's war Killarmy, I love ya'll niggas Killa Sin, 9th Prince, Born Beretta 9, ya'll the same nigga ShoGun, Islord... what? Bobby Digital Free, where ya'll be I love all my niggas, N.Y.C. Philly, that's where I did this track, baby You know it, I run all over the globe I'm global, fuck ya'll niggas By my album, Tera Is Him Terrorist, what, Terrorist shit, that be the name of it Peace...
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Copy to Clipboard: Fuck that R&B shit... I don't wanna hear that shit Shit, is analog, shut up, nigga Say, illusions, what what, illusions, I can sing Is real, fuck that, it's fake I'm God, fuck that, I'm a devil You stupid, it's an illusion Fuck, it's real, baby, I'm Allah, I'm Allah Aiyo, what up, baby, it's real, yo kill that shit, God-God Yo, yo, yo Illusions, makes my fantasy, reality Illusions, or maybe, my mind playing these tricks on me Illusions, as my brain, going insane Illusions, everything I see, turns into a dream Time's change, taught the long range, rips your airplanes Adjust your spaceship, guns with wooden grips & rubber grips My mind drifts, into the myst, as God exists Was the first question asked on my list I dug into the past, dealt with math's of getting that up So I subtracted it, kid, yo try to adapt to this shit I'm rugged, the Terrorist, rocks gold nuggets Crush your whole fucking shit, you're crushed Could I bumrush, could I come through? Blow like the wind, kid, stomp on your crew Ya'll shitty, your whole commitee, you try to fuck with me Get with me, get-get with me Get at me dog, I move like that Black, I'm strapped with the automatic mack Double dub it, we Digital, Bobby told me that! Put away the guns, kid, I always come strapped I'm with it, got with it, shit, on it Do it, oh! My nigga, he with it Mateo, he did the R&B shit, on my shit Baby, girl, let me suck a tit, peace It's war, my father only spoke of it Ever since he took his first breath Momma left, she came back in the picture She birthed me, now I'm here, yo, it's war Within the body, blood and bed cells White and red cells, they all fighting together It gets deeper than that, digital splat When I come through, hold a gat It's war, it's war It's war, as an encore, grenades Hand grenades, switch blades, rusty screwdrivers Knives, try to survive in this trife world Devices, magna vices, this is digital I come through, it's war Killarmy, I love ya'll niggas Killa Sin, 9th Prince, Born Beretta 9, ya'll the same nigga ShoGun, Islord... what? Bobby Digital Free, where ya'll be I love all my niggas, N.Y.C. Philly, that's where I did this track, baby You know it, I run all over the globe I'm global, fuck ya'll niggas By my album, Tera Is Him Terrorist, what, Terrorist shit, that be the name of it Peace...
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