Verse 1 Got some thick fresh carrots That Im ready to harvest Break weight quick Signed deals with the martains Both hunted and Im guarded By the government Makes banks flip and they know That we loving it Hate is getting drastic Motha fuckas getting jealous Of these frequencies hidden deep In these acapellas You could see it wasnt me For the V in Vendetta I can do it better I mingle with the jingles That are so unreal 3 of the trio in one appear Bleed all my ego in one year Motha fuckas think Im playing Till they fear what they hear With a couple Tech Nines And a Mach Ten I Load the clips with rhymes Before the day ends Then at 3 am I shoot em off through the mic Rest in peace Another M.C. died tonight Hook2 This wheather gonna kill my car And I dont like to fucking walk This destination seems so far But navigations what I talk Verse 2 Symbolically I bless my own products I know the effects of my causes With no pause I gauze my losses Give myself an applause I Take a deep breath and roll on This rolling stone He gathers no moss Now thats dedication And I dont need no medication Cuz the truth is well Youre a phony I feel you may be the one needing saving You owe me Letting out hisses and fusses When you said you were roaring According to the warnings You were hoarding my mornings Youre so boring So boring Hook2 This wheather gonna kill my car And I dont like to fucking walk This destination seems so far But navigations what I talk Verse 3 Substitute What you got for nothing, and give me something Im lovin this something I baked up Fresh out of the oven Its so yummy Knowing that grumbling Im hearing Is not your tummy Yeah Let them think Im the fucking joke But you the one that taste funny So funny Watch your step my lil friend Id hate for you to slip and end up In that hole again Old friends are not good friends You really gotta understand your friends Cuz friends tend to change Based on how their time was spent They might come right back But their loyalty has gone and left And their days Will stay the same Aint nothing gonna change that Or their two faced ways Words at some time That We all partake Worse than being test mice In the lab rat race So what do we do? We look ahead Cut the snakes heads off And then leave em brain dead Hook4 This wheather gonna kill my car And I dont like to fucking walk This destination seems so far But navigations what I talk
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