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here.
I got to tell you.
I don't how to explain it... but, I'm different.
You Naw, I ain't.
I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not you.
I'm not others.
like I've been here before.
[Verse
504's the dope name, I play
MY GON BANG!
the 8 for the pape, light the flame
Ignite propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no
I'm giving you bitches vicious
Got em falling to pieces like porcelain
I'M DIRTY!
I get all the way to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I GIVE A FUCK!
I was to BLOW! Ground rebucked!
Stay here... LAY AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you underneath me, out my
Out my entries, I can a hundred thousand pennies every century
at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
I rip tracks and pop
I'm so popular, just gosta rock what I spray
It's I gotta watch what I say!
I get surprised sumthin from round the crocodiles play
Oh, be nothin'!
I make em say, "Aw, it to me, don't be that way!"
I'm telling ya, I'm into ya w/ the music
I been this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective supply the proper
Tacky or selective, maximum
Narcoleptic, neglected
It don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
Y'all couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and with the edge of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
Snipes]
There are things out tonight than vampires.
[N'Bushe
what?
[Wesley
me!
[Verse
I turn a sucka a supper!
They suffer!
a had enough, that's why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm sick and tired of sick and tired
They can't hide from the 'cause the noise won't stop
They don't a ghost of a chance, but they try
A side of my tell me to get em
Bloody side, it ride
when a couple hundred years go by
They still gone bite and I'm gone fly
Yes, five fingers around they
I run thru your and come out your chest
You too fast, forgot to brace yourself
AW SHIT! it come, nigga, brace yourself!
Oh my God!
Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it matter how I put it
Let me say sumthin, let me in the telly
Let me stand as as the fellas
You would, if you could, but you git up off it
I'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the
I'm marching to a drummer
At the head of the parade, I'm the of the blade!
KLC: 32X]
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ sounds till fade]
Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Records, 1998.
Posted by JB