Savior Monroe, 1 I Sinny, Kyo - Mack 11 Matrimony lyrics
[Savior Monroe, 1 I Sinny, Kyo - Mack 11 Matrimony lyrics]
It's just like this bless
Liquor let me levitate until
My heavy head sustains the crown
Symbolizin' the power these
Diamonds demonstrate
Sail my ship inside the bottle through
These seas 'til they evaporate
Tip the fifth of whiskey back an' left
It empty 'fore I set it straight
Like glimpses of the peasants' fate
Who tried invokin' Lennon's name
They want me to recant my
Faith but I believe Yesterday
And you should count ya' blessings 'cause
If I lived in the present
It's just to send the message
Ya' dynasty's death is destined
Nestled at the breast of
Eternity's wordless entrance
To the next life
Bet I make sure the whole earth'll visit
Lonely life for the reapers but we
Three'll raise our glasses up
Pour out a li'l
Baptizin' the planet's passage back to dust
So a word to the wise
Who say energy never dies
I bet ya' reconsider if ya' stare in my eyes
That extinguish everything
Like this cigarette in my fingers from
Which smoke floats to the sky, ash to ashes
Such an' such yep
Studio ciggie smoking
Wrote it quick but can he quote it
Christion full of smoke when he toke it
Spit Ebola
Shit on niggas even wit a empty colon
Leave enemies broken, Sinny be on em
Sinny besemi focused
Blicky totin near Central district
Shirt could lift up at any moment
Never fit in wit any social, congregation
All praise to Allah
Mama Fellanah blessed a nigga in Yoruba
Chin up to the sky, devils
Tryna play God then, who am I
Rather mask up
Shoot and rob then work for a bitch
Nigga in a suit and tie
Wanting me to kiss ass for this stupid job
Scrutinize who I'm by
Capitol terrorists slapped on the wrist
Yet looters die
Suicide failure, I got the proof with scars
Lungs resemble black and mild cigars
Hit one last lick
Tried to be incognito yet they knew the car
Get drunk til I sound like Doodle-Bob
Fatty Spins how I do ya mom
Feeling like mokuba in the card
Trapped in the dark
Shit on yo porch you shit on my art
Magic hands how the cash vanish
Spent on brew and enough for a sandwich
Kitty call me mannish
Same bitch seen me naked
Grown paused in panicked
Damn near fell from the top
Step to the landing, damn it
Chilling in the studio wit legends
We the cartel
Savior Monroe and Kyo brethren
With the Rondale dropping heavy like barbell
Rap circles round you like a cartwheel
My bars will burn like hot tar will
I might not harm but my art will
More Kano when I say heartfelt
Not rnb that make brauds melt
I rather have a new car smell
Than that pussy that be on yall breath
We heavy over here
Yall coming up with that small press
She showed here in that long dress
Left after tasting my ball sweat
She told me fucking wit you be making
Her nauseous and you a small fit
I told her ill be here to
Give her that long dick then her bra lift
We exhausted, and that why
She coming to you saying Im tired
Im working a double not 9-5
You boring her nigga so why try (Why)
She want the presence of a legend
So we give it to her
Don't mind being second on my check
List cus a winner screw her
You niggas soft as baby sh
Ima say kid manure proper in my city
Ruler of niggas that's getting mula
If it's the root of all evil
We take another route
Seeing what it do to our
People escape another drout
Till it is another way to eat
I keep a stacky on me
Mack instead of matrimony don't clash
With my rapping homies
Liquor let me levitate until
My heavy head sustains the crown
Symbolizin' the power these
Diamonds demonstrate
Sail my ship inside the bottle through
These seas 'til they evaporate
Tip the fifth of whiskey back an' left
It empty 'fore I set it straight
Like glimpses of the peasants' fate
Who tried invokin' Lennon's name
They want me to recant my
Faith but I believe Yesterday
And you should count ya' blessings 'cause
If I lived in the present
It's just to send the message
Ya' dynasty's death is destined
Nestled at the breast of
Eternity's wordless entrance
To the next life
Bet I make sure the whole earth'll visit
Lonely life for the reapers but we
Three'll raise our glasses up
Pour out a li'l
Baptizin' the planet's passage back to dust
So a word to the wise
Who say energy never dies
I bet ya' reconsider if ya' stare in my eyes
That extinguish everything
Like this cigarette in my fingers from
Which smoke floats to the sky, ash to ashes
Such an' such yep
Studio ciggie smoking
Wrote it quick but can he quote it
Christion full of smoke when he toke it
Spit Ebola
Shit on niggas even wit a empty colon
Leave enemies broken, Sinny be on em
Sinny besemi focused
Blicky totin near Central district
Shirt could lift up at any moment
Never fit in wit any social, congregation
All praise to Allah
Mama Fellanah blessed a nigga in Yoruba
Chin up to the sky, devils
Tryna play God then, who am I
Rather mask up
Shoot and rob then work for a bitch
Nigga in a suit and tie
Wanting me to kiss ass for this stupid job
Scrutinize who I'm by
Capitol terrorists slapped on the wrist
Yet looters die
Suicide failure, I got the proof with scars
Lungs resemble black and mild cigars
Hit one last lick
Tried to be incognito yet they knew the car
Get drunk til I sound like Doodle-Bob
Fatty Spins how I do ya mom
Feeling like mokuba in the card
Trapped in the dark
Shit on yo porch you shit on my art
Magic hands how the cash vanish
Spent on brew and enough for a sandwich
Kitty call me mannish
Same bitch seen me naked
Grown paused in panicked
Damn near fell from the top
Step to the landing, damn it
Chilling in the studio wit legends
We the cartel
Savior Monroe and Kyo brethren
With the Rondale dropping heavy like barbell
Rap circles round you like a cartwheel
My bars will burn like hot tar will
I might not harm but my art will
More Kano when I say heartfelt
Not rnb that make brauds melt
I rather have a new car smell
Than that pussy that be on yall breath
We heavy over here
Yall coming up with that small press
She showed here in that long dress
Left after tasting my ball sweat
She told me fucking wit you be making
Her nauseous and you a small fit
I told her ill be here to
Give her that long dick then her bra lift
We exhausted, and that why
She coming to you saying Im tired
Im working a double not 9-5
You boring her nigga so why try (Why)
She want the presence of a legend
So we give it to her
Don't mind being second on my check
List cus a winner screw her
You niggas soft as baby sh
Ima say kid manure proper in my city
Ruler of niggas that's getting mula
If it's the root of all evil
We take another route
Seeing what it do to our
People escape another drout
Till it is another way to eat
I keep a stacky on me
Mack instead of matrimony don't clash
With my rapping homies