Ang’geon emetrea
Yeah, ang’geon “double g”, ugh
E equals mc
Let’s go, ugh, let’s go…
Conditions of a mindset
Repetition ’til the last breath
No connection and it lacks depth
Crash test for the past wreck
At best
Those decided left a mess
Bold impressions pose a threat
A slight incision on the left
Leave them leaking out the chest
It’s “toodleloo” as they wept
The red paint ain’t evеn dry yet (uh-uh!)
A little wet upon thе steps
Drawn arms stretched out on the deck
Non conditional stress
Trigger those emotions
Gotta love to live with regrets
Started building more with less
Non-traditional guests
Welcome to the show
Slam a f#cking foot on the neck
Shall we closely inspect?
Shatter chatter boxes
Split you off in twos
Post- divisional threats
Ayo, continue with the marathon
Feel the jingle in your skele-ton…
Flow was never sweeter
Brown sugar cinna-mon
Young sinnermän
What de hell ya ‘gwan?!
Lose the cynicism
Carry on
Continue with the marathon
Feel the jingle in your skele-ton…
Brown sugar cinna-mon
Young sinnermän
What de hell ya ‘gwan?!
Lose the cynicism
Carry on, carry on
E equals mc
Interchanging, i’m integrating
I’m in the matrix, got neo forces
I’m changing courses without a major
Which chords are favored?
If you’re a minor, i’m a major general
Generally speaking, i’m spitting subliminals
Stop showin your genitals!
’cause yours are meager
Mines are plentiful
It’s full of minerals
So eat this dick ’til you get plenty full
You hear me dumping, i’m releasing stool
sh#tting on n#gg#s
Wait a minute!
I am a king
I am a negus
I am a god
Protect my queen
Start up a kingdom
It’s harvesting season
I’m a starving artist
But my retarded flow is hardly the reason
I change the number of bars
To odd from even
Ayo, continue with the marathon
Feel the jingle in your skele-ton…
Flow was never sweeter
Brown sugar cinna-mon
Young sinnermän
What de hell ya ‘gwan?!
Lose the cynicism
Carry on
Continue with the marathon
Feel the jingle in your skele-ton…
Brown sugar cinna-mon
Young sinnermän
What de hell ya ‘gwan?!
Lose the cynicism
Carry on, carry on
E equals mc
I often leave them…
All off the deep end
You off the sequence
Secretly chiefing, secretly peeping
Still keepin my “keels” even
Still kneeling all-season
400 years of slaves
We still “heeling”
We still dealing with
The same sh#t they came with
Quick to change it ’til the chains fit
Dressed in the same fit on the slave ship
It’s counterfeit, it’s constant spit
Derek jeter with another hit
So add this to another list
Ang’geon emetrea
Mr. underground phenomenon…
Pronunciation: angie-awn
Lose the cynicism
Carry on
Brush the shoulder
No more dirt upon
The river’s flooded with the golden swans
Coldest summer with the birdies sung
Swallows pride with a couple tums
Sicko mode with a razor tongue
Holy smokes with a tommy gun
Dun, dun -dun, duh-duh, dun!
Yo, bang your drum if you really going numb
Rid your life of all unpleasant scum
Artificially made?
Officially erase dudes
No mistakes in this case to replace you
Ayo, continue with the marathon
Feel the jingle in your skele-ton…
Flow was never sweeter
Brown sugar cinna-mon
Young sinnermän
What de hell ya ‘gwan?!
Lose the cynicism
Carry on
Continue with the marathon
Feel the jingle in your skele-ton…
Brown sugar cinna-mon
Young sinnermän
What de hell ya ‘gwan?!
Lose the cynicism
Carry on, carry on
Westside!
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