[Verse 1] Mr. Zodiac, rap game Jake Gyllenhaal What other rappers are doing doesnt take skill at all Shoutout to my brothers. Leaving other rappers brokeback Ending these enemies, young Donnie take the show back We cant stop, we wont stop. Too fast and too furious This bands hot, my flows hot. Were bastards, the dirtiest rapper And musicians too ambitious for the kids that Think theyre better than us while were a veteran band of misfits Bound together by a shared love of creation Its now or never, rise to number one in the nation Patience, persistence, perseverance pay off You could say its a business. Well get laid, but well never get laid off [Chorus] Oh, there aint no rest for the wicked Money dont grow on trees I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed And aint nothing in this world for free No I cant slow down I cant hold back Though you know I wish I could No there aint no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good [Verse 2] Aint no rest for the wicked awesome Insomnia. Best kid in Boston Rocking. Fuck rock n roll Carry as much as my pockets hold Make green south of Beantown Braintree, Im renowned Bedroom door says, Keep out. Uncage the elephant, let the beast out Seek out rappers better than me No contest, all I get is envy See me as a king respect me See me as a king check me Out. Its never check mate Down to make those checks rain Get paper. Get paid Spitstorm should be the addressed name [Chorus] [Verse 3] Passersby think Im grand and fly like the plaster line Rappers might be fake like pantomime, couldnt give a rats behind about them Any span of time, no fan of mine will be overlooked Over books and education, I just want to be overbooked Doing shows with these freaking nerds Making music, speaking words We could work as weekenders Making sure this geek is heard Piece of work was he from birth Tryna search for peace on Earth But were here to party now So pass that piece of pizza first [Chorus]
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