NotoriousOutlawRecords
Elite
I am already dead.
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NotoriousOutlawRecords
Elite
I am only but a ghost memory
Of the old me
I am only but a ghost memory
Of the old me
A ghost memory of the old me
A-look I died the day they (As in the feds!)
Put me outta the game, for Ever an outsider
High&Mighty Almighty roll'n, hold up
I spit from 40 years in the future
My past was etched for the present
Presentation & since it's all about the Presence&Presentation
There won't be any hesitation once the situation turns dire
Wolves bark so U know them from many-many miles away
These bars spray an icey-fiery from another die-mention & it was, those bread crumbs
That they've left along the way, that eye!
Even made it to Fifty!
& eye-ben all in, Know'n that I will not die
In the flesh since they left me to rot
With out a pot or pisser to piss in
Now when I post these gun'n ass gatling pistolas, I do so as Death's fuck'n Shadow!
My backs lined up against the gate-portal
Tote'n a motto no man wants to quote
Guns up til the vail busts like a gut & Shiv
Look at this word play
U couldn’t ever get any better, not even if U sent word & tried ah raise the dead
I am dead so what the fuck does it matter, what I've said
I went to war with the man as a child
Now I'm already dead Sealed&redacted records
So of course I'd be all up&down the golf course Use'n the gunners chair to make a par four
Just say'n my name ups the score
& by then I'ma already have run out the bag
Taken Unc-Sam all the way over the edges of my blades
& U, Unc-Sam or any 1 else can get mad
At NoRecs all U fuck'n want til sum 1 runs me all the way up the Capitol steps
& gets Unc to step
Then we can talk, neck&neck
Til then I'm chop'n as if Fate&Destiny
Were lay'n in my bed, Looks of Drama-Dreaded Extacy from the way I'ma
Cum on all U, my sons!
Looped like push'n the fruit loop out the beat-beat it Skeeter, I'll always believe
M-J's the 1 who stole it So Eat It
Stuff each&every 1 of these syllables
Down yo throats&just fuck'n choke
Oh no won't no bloke like know'n
I'm already dug in Buried in up to my neck
Nine-Eleven pull'n these itch'n-trip'n ass trig-fings As they if they were the Anthems of the Heavens reigning on
(& on & on & on & on &on!)
Til the breaking of Dawn's bad ass temptations, will-eye-B
All jazzed up on the gas, light'n the wicks
Murdock snickering-Cackling
With this Hook circling my tounge
As if it was the only gift given
When Paps sent me to slide on all man in the end, son!
Of the old me
I am only but a ghost memory
Of the old me
A ghost memory of the old me
A-look I died the day they (As in the feds!)
Put me outta the game, for Ever an outsider
High&Mighty Almighty roll'n, hold up
I spit from 40 years in the future
My past was etched for the present
Presentation & since it's all about the Presence&Presentation
There won't be any hesitation once the situation turns dire
Wolves bark so U know them from many-many miles away
These bars spray an icey-fiery from another die-mention & it was, those bread crumbs
That they've left along the way, that eye!
Even made it to Fifty!
& eye-ben all in, Know'n that I will not die
In the flesh since they left me to rot
With out a pot or pisser to piss in
Now when I post these gun'n ass gatling pistolas, I do so as Death's fuck'n Shadow!
My backs lined up against the gate-portal
Tote'n a motto no man wants to quote
Guns up til the vail busts like a gut & Shiv
Look at this word play
U couldn’t ever get any better, not even if U sent word & tried ah raise the dead
I am dead so what the fuck does it matter, what I've said
I went to war with the man as a child
Now I'm already dead Sealed&redacted records
So of course I'd be all up&down the golf course Use'n the gunners chair to make a par four
Just say'n my name ups the score
& by then I'ma already have run out the bag
Taken Unc-Sam all the way over the edges of my blades
& U, Unc-Sam or any 1 else can get mad
At NoRecs all U fuck'n want til sum 1 runs me all the way up the Capitol steps
& gets Unc to step
Then we can talk, neck&neck
Til then I'm chop'n as if Fate&Destiny
Were lay'n in my bed, Looks of Drama-Dreaded Extacy from the way I'ma
Cum on all U, my sons!
Looped like push'n the fruit loop out the beat-beat it Skeeter, I'll always believe
M-J's the 1 who stole it So Eat It
Stuff each&every 1 of these syllables
Down yo throats&just fuck'n choke
Oh no won't no bloke like know'n
I'm already dug in Buried in up to my neck
Nine-Eleven pull'n these itch'n-trip'n ass trig-fings As they if they were the Anthems of the Heavens reigning on
(& on & on & on & on &on!)
Til the breaking of Dawn's bad ass temptations, will-eye-B
All jazzed up on the gas, light'n the wicks
Murdock snickering-Cackling
With this Hook circling my tounge
As if it was the only gift given
When Paps sent me to slide on all man in the end, son!
