paroles de chanson Royale (Dedication to Mozzy) - J-Megatron

I gotta at least
A terabyte
Of Hip-Hop records
I Hit em Up
Piss Ether
And spit hot pepper
Flow-sicker than lepers
Flow-rich wit dat texture
Decepticon-on the mic
No one does it better
These suckaz throwin up gang signs
N look like retards
I headline the murder show
These weirdos on the B card
Got cool-aid in your sweetheart
I′m revokin they G cards
So it's time that they de_part
Think hard
Plot n plan the homicide
It′s money on ya dome-
So ya murder's been monetized
New ideas new methods
Don't know if you qualify
I′m The Word Made Flesh
My Ascension was prophesized
On Tidal & Spotify
If you speakin on the name
Then you know that gotta die
Killin ain′t cute
Y'all thinkin life isa movie
I won′t transform into gun
If I kud ride with oozie

I text 4 Bloods
And they hit me right back
They Not Republicans
Right side red flag
Suckas gossip
We right death tags
We get so high
We get jet lag
Ima rapper in the studio
U got rappers in ya bootyhole
His style is gangsta
His spirit is Fruity-Os
I live in a Gangsta Paradise
Like Coolio
Runnin thangs on my island
Like Ruvio
I lead the rebellion
I fucks wit da hellions
Sytle Machiavellian
Shootin at the popelians
Ride wit my bredren
Str8 to ya dome- Excedrin
Attached to my weapon
I came from the heavens
I AM LEGEND
The devil brought the war
I'm shootin missles
At his section
Wit this fake nigga paint
It′s like an infection
I provide the correction
Dancin on ya Lex
Like West Side Connection