Lyrics King Los – I Shot Ya (Remix)
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Yo, I just want my persona honored for all I am
All of this artist just ought to quit they inadequate highly inaccurate non factors rapping, its all a scam
You dishonest pretentious niggas was all a plan
You gender bending and gender fitting Juwanna Manns
We knew you was gone be sweet from your sonogram
I’m omnipotent, sparing with me, as far as bars its like seeing the Omni closing in on conquered land
Wait till these vocals land
I mean Ronald was a pedophile and Mcdonalds sold more dope than uncle Sam (Well what you sayin?)
You ain’t peeping the plot?
You be chasing them toys?
Won’t the beef get you boxed?
Won’t the cheese and the bread get you killed from the gate?
So the niggas that you fried get you milked and then shaked
Indoctrinated as youth through symbolism
Mysticism, Criticism, Religious system
What is the vision? If the vision is visible
Mama prayed all her life and died miserable
You hypocritical critics with crypted coated language
I note the English my entomology so distinguished
Bar none, the most evolved tongue, jar, gum, teeth, keep far away from jargon
You can feel the surge when the surgeon and sergeant circumstance chances is ya lost one nigga
Uh, fill in the blanks
In order to run the country you need killers with rank
So even if Donald ducked out on the bill its still in its Will that Hillary Banks
They’re playing a game democratic, republicans same thing that’s how you maintain a government name blame or chiddy bang bang some other shit
And yall watched the whole soap opera, yall be loving it
How long before niggas start knowing the deal
I mean, shit, I used to think Hulk Hogan was real
I thought Santa was real, I know that shit is old
But I studied the north pole now my presence is cold
I’m omnipotent, sparing with me, as far as bars its like seeing the Omni closing in on conquered land
Wait till these vocals land
I mean Ronald was a pedophile and Mcdonalds sold more dope than uncle Sam (Well what you sayin?)
You ain’t peeping the plot?
You be chasing them toys?
Won’t the beef get you boxed?
Won’t the cheese and the bread get you killed from the gate?
So the niggas that you fried get you milked and then shaked
Indoctrinated as youth through symbolism
Mysticism, Criticism, Religious system
What is the vision? If the vision is visible
Mama prayed all her life and died miserable
You hypocritical critics with crypted coated language
I note the English my entomology so distinguished
Bar none, the most evolved tongue, jar, gum, teeth, keep far away from jargon
You can feel the surge when the surgeon and sergeant circumstance chances is ya lost one nigga
Uh, fill in the blanks
In order to run the country you need killers with rank
So even if Donald ducked out on the bill its still in its Will that Hillary Banks
They’re playing a game democratic, republicans same thing that’s how you maintain a government name blame or chiddy bang bang some other shit
And yall watched the whole soap opera, yall be loving it
How long before niggas start knowing the deal
I mean, shit, I used to think Hulk Hogan was real
I thought Santa was real, I know that shit is old
But I studied the north pole now my presence is cold
I encompass the truth, not teaching nonsense to you
Now these weapons of mass destruction getting launched in the booth
Now that’s a thorough conversation
You still tryna fuck another nigga’s girl and they done mastered world domination, G.O.A.T.
Now these weapons of mass destruction getting launched in the booth
Now that’s a thorough conversation
You still tryna fuck another nigga’s girl and they done mastered world domination, G.O.A.T.