Immaculate Bosses
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I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss (yeah) Pay homage, respect I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss W-w-w-w-with history that lasts forever, forever, forever I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss Pay homage, respect I'm, I'm a boss, boss (ahan) W-w-w-w-with history that lasts forever, forever, forever What? Yo, I'm the great mind-bender, I can never surrender Or sell out or sell my soul for any legal tender I'm good when I exit, better when I enter I go to war in the summer, yeah, even the winter (yeah) I'm known everywhere, yo, I'm not a pretender You can't defeat me, I don't give about a fuck about your agenda I disassemble your mic, fill it with adrenalin You scared and tremblin' (uh-uh), I kill snakes like a gentleman I chop their head off and I drop their head off I pop they head off, yo, I never stop lettin' off Can't stop lettin' (word) my thoughts off Attack y'all niggas, bar jack y'all niggas for bars Yo, the world is ours (Wu-Tang, hey), young black ghetto stars Green wheat in the jaws, yo, we speedin' the cars Yeah, we beatin' them broads, yeah, we beatin' the odds Fuck around, might book a weave to Mars I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss Pay homage, respect I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss (yeah) W-w-w-w-with history that lasts forever, forever, forever Yo, yo, yo, yo, I move like stray forces, bulletproof corpses Immaculate bosses, disciples of pale horses Nemesis squeezin' a Mac from a black Pegasus The game follow my rap lines just like a Methodist Rosée and holy grails, guns are blowin' still Lines, I spread 'em like a virus through your mind, I'm ill Contagion, biochemical spills, most real I burn in church, slay the Pope so he won't tell My projects is jail cells parallel to Hell Crucifixion, iron nails, in the bellies of whales Deceased demons on the faces of all of their bills The tongue of man kills and nations get divided over our caucuses It's alive while your flesh rottin' My ambience like Ponce de León's It's with a high conscience holding llamas under both armpits Scream at your heart, ridin' shotgun with holy profits I invade upon, yeah, I've been a don Never sell out like Robert Johnson and Viacom Lines of firearms held by millions of doms Destroy and conquer Wash niggas up, Genghis Khan I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss Pay homage, respect I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss W-w-w-w-with history that lasts forever, forever, forever Yo, yeah, roster, league groomin' Re-up money, let's get it goin' Middle of the summer snowin' (huh) Flyer than a 747 Boeing When the good gets goin', the theory is on the low And fly googol, Wi-Fi, Google Fried rice, spicy seafood noodles is nothing that I'm new to My good niggas is with me, blazin' .50s Yes, sir, the best word to describe it is amazing, simply This is bow tie gentleman thug shit For real, I'm like a D boy that's watching these drugs flip Shadow fade warrior, pour me a shot I rock Latiko because I'm 'bout to cop me a yacht Go to ww.boatsbrand.com And purchase from the site with your card I'ma stay Cal' regardless, if it's paper or PayPal The son of man medallion, here's a grenade, blow! I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss Pay homage, respect I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss W-w-w-w-with history that lasts forever, forever, forever Huh, bows crunch, the reload punch You blow lunch, forever walk with a stone hunch Quasimodo, the rest of them blowin' chunks My logic's simple, crack mortar out your project window See the plan through with the 360 Extendo Smile at your bitch, swindle The bloody smock grim, block's locked in Like fingers in the cotton gin My goblet spin, good steal, couple rot and sin Walk with a sugar cane, my plots stay boxed in Meadow name, pedal slay tracks within On train tracks, the same blade that slice the fiends' backs Graffiti halo horsepower out the stable Rose pedal poisonous tracks from Aesop's Fable Run with a Lionheart, capillary unstable Parry weak jabs, Art of War on the table I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss Pay homage, respect I'm, I'm, I'm a boss, boss W-w-w-w-with history that lasts forever, forever, forever Firearms and murders, suspicious, absurdist The federal service don't want me to write these verses Mighty grapple my favorite pen, fitted choice for a port Writin' up the end, trying to warn his friends Memory's so short, can't even remember how to talk Well enough to warn you not to seek what I sought Populations reduced down to 15 percent They think that's the only way to increase common sense People provoke out of resent Riot, rage, revenge, the primal recompense of a man Disrespected in front of his men Why would you ever pretend a human life is worth the money you spent? No material could make a man so spiritual intent I feel that's why Almighty was sent Backslide, try to repent But be careful following a life that's so bright you walk into a pit
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:44
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 92 BPM