Lyrics

“Bang Wit It” (written by M. Rankin)

 

I’m back wit a verse back in the middle back with a hearse / back to the curb on attack for the herbs and I’m strapped wit the words take it back leave a turd/ guess whos in it all black tinted hummer give me the wheel i’ll spin it / pat say jack and i’ll eat your spinach plus yo head off finish him / let a nigga know who do better i doodoo better than you do letters in notebooks ‘stead of being all bitch like get wit it you better / ambridge biatch 724 dont bore me wit the bull shit hate nigga wait i make shit quake i’m haarp you hard i’m harrrrd/ you cod go fish im back to get my shit give me props but i dont play wit no stage show tho / i want stage show doe to make bread i need meds sick in head altzhimers / one of the bestest all timers i forgot remember now choppin niggas down like timber now mufasa you simba wow / im all of that plus that rolls gold you niggas ice box on pluto cold

 

*chorus x8* Ba-ba-bang wit it *chorus end*

 

Dope at everything everything do it for dolo bra flow that stay swollen like Bolo brah / all my solo broads take ya bras off / listen this is nova law my law is the golden law aww / rap icon flow diamond on an island who better than me dylan / dylan, dylan, dylan, nor dylan my legal name 11 check the spelling i won hah / rust where what year bust everywhere / trust yeah fuck yeah ima fuckin bear / lion anaconda techtonic bomber pirahana osamas nightmare comma lyrically gifted decked in armor / the legendary novatribe rises captain be hard on the enterprise bitch stop yo lie shit unh / im all that plus the rolls gold you niggas ice box on pluto cold

*chorus*

 

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“Say What You Gon Say” (written by M.Rankin)

 

Aw guess whos back 6’4 same skinny nigga guess who black / amb ambridge deliver the sandwich for the starving artist so guess who’s phat / all these records i done made all these hours i prayed / gimmie a second to play touchdown today / bit of shade as i throw on this dope flow black man high what you smokin that dope for / an unlimited choke hold an imminent threat close to home also known as the loco long cocoa colored bro bro / the flow glow like sheen charlie hardly more brown than cleveland / fly like a hawk king like steven haters keep on walking get leaving / let a brotha rocking get geeking off the tempo this off the tent pole / off 10-4 you copying info don’t bite turn it up in ya tempos aiight

 

*chorus x2* Ya’ll love to hate me oh why / hear you when i walk by / that’s all right that’s okay say what you gon say *chorus end*

 

Whut up upped the game from up under my name / the hero of the dust to dust spirit has came to dust off the thang i love but all you lame ass niggas wanna chain my tugboat / remain my soul tracks could die cold game origami fuck it i’ll fold / gimmie my props so many cities i rock its not new im not a hot name / but now my city on top its only fitting i pop big titties thats hot and got brains uh / my planes up ya’ll lames up my flames up and i’ll blaze ya fool / yo can i keep it real a minute thought certain a nigga finished / the message that GOD intended is never to be diminished / cause cant nobody present it the way that novi present it / its good for you like a diet provided wired in spinach / thank heavens for all these seconds that heaven high has invented / haters keep throwin stones my metals never been dented /

*chorus x2*

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“Another Robot” (written by M. Rankin, B. Alexander Morgan (SWV’s ‘Weak’)

 

Aw see them hoes on the wall see them hoes on the bed i cant hold em all / i cant shake this feelin i need more to call you my special one love meet that protocol / call me ken your barbie bitch i aint rich we eat at arbys / my poison this noise in my head annoys me / please dont drop that hot potatoe my bitch aint from boise / she from the hood she from the ghetto / but whats that matter you say ditto / whats the middle between a stone rock and a hard place when it get hard faced wit a bizarre chase for my heart on my sleeve and thats hard to fault me at the finish line dont start me / its like you invented the car keys i dont trust it tho get off me / i just wanna go how could you stop me / but your something that i wanna know from the door coulda had it but im running for the door locks you robot

*chorus x2* I don’t know what it is you’ve done to me / It’s a feeling that I want to stay *chorus end*

Malfunction Malfunction last dance who jumps in / don’t do what they did cause i dont look like taye diggs / u dont look like Keri Hilson break the buildin aint rebuilding / glass house stone through ceiling robots dont have feelings so i / cant feel you i cant feel you you know why / im owed respect and im still due so dont lie / those aint roses thats mildew when we die / this whole thing falls to pieces / never could assimilate you lost ya features / i dont need ya but i need ya all u know about the credit cards and visa / home is where the heart is but i dont wanna lease ya / how you gonna let a nigga take mona lisa / this my art show we was in harmony but my parts low / please excuse my tenor love you was late but i been here love / this blue pill thats hard to swallow thats for dinner love / fuck that meal thats not real best i chill / opportunity came once and aint knock so now im stuck wit this robot

*chorus x2*

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“Tell Em Wassup” (written by M. Rankin)

All these haters out her yappin but that shit dont make no sense / i dont worry bout no suckas plus you pricks dont pay my rent / on my grizzy on my grind feel like denzel out these rhymers / out here scaring all these white folks worse than chemtrails and obama / a.m.b they in me / rep my hometown ho its elementary / all of that plus the kohler faucet / watch these niggas try to copy me tell them boys to stop it / all about my business get these million dollars maybe / once i ball off in this game carry thunder like im KD / cant fade me my closest comp is Jay-z now im talking crazy see look at what you made me

*chorus* I just tell em Wassup (x7) *repeat* *chorus end*

Culture cray so culture cray wrap ya feces like a present give a shit bout what u say / you cant phase me wit ya comments you could say i sound like kermit / i can tell u get no pussy cause you niggas sound like hermits / fuck up out ya crib 1800 u need sluts only talent that you got eatin chips and scratchin nuts / see me movin yeah im movin trick what u did lately / oh you want a verse fuck u pay me / aw shit now im back to start shit / novi fly as starships all these novatribe hyits / we aint bumpin yall shit heres the shot that ya’ll fit / fake niggas stop it you cant do what i did / known for the dopest raps do you know a nigga thats as dope at that / bigger than the city and an open map only comin harder cause i dont relax / givin yall the truth never choke no joke / thrilla in manilla its the rope-a-dope muhammad ali of the open quotes / most niggas that u know nowhere close to nov / i get it in and rips it dont pretend to diss it / solar event my nigga you cant miss it / pen too raw on the stage too raw and ya model girl wanna go in raw / wonder how i do it and im showin ya’ll bout to hit the next level nice knowin ya’ll / im goin faster yall slowin yall till im paid in full yall owing dawg

*chorus*

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“What Love Is All About” (written by M.Rankin)

Another boy you want nothing to do with / kick him straight to the curb cause he dont do shit / take his name out ya phone start making new plans and by this time tomorrow you have a new man / hit the club tonight wit ya homies and when ya done you probably gonna phone me talking bout / all the players the drinks he bought you the cars the minutes you spent impatient just waitin facing the bar / the story is never new always another guy / always another sucka you playin off to the side / sends you a couple messages waits for you to reply / but never gets a return soon recognizes the lie / always a broken heart always a broken tie / yet nothing can come between us i still be here at your side / wishin that you could see me and notice that im alive but you just doin you i keep my feelings inside

*chorus* Na-na-na i know im not an expert / but u dont understand / i know u get the fellas hot / i know u had a man / u givin it ya best shot / but what i wonder is do you know what love is all about *chorus end*

baby you get guys ball players small fries / make a sucka spend his money just one look in his eyes / hypnotize him beautiful is such a disguise / way you walk in a skirt put them thighs to work / easily make these other chickens jealous / cause they aint evolved and gettin looks from the fellas yet / its something that you do to em its gettin old now ya used to em / all the compliments sound the same / every single guy that you like becomes lame / once you let em hit they always split / but you still play the game / aint no nigga checkin for ya brain its a damn shame / so much to offer / what you always giving out a piece of your heart for / aint nothing to stop ya / its like you only wanna be hurt / you can change what you wanna be worth / just listen to me

*chorus*

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“All My Neighbors” (written by M. Rankin / produced by Beezy of Dead End Hip Hop)

Its about to go down riding through your town / big body speakers on me vibin through your ground / i got new hits got new flows my exes hatin my new hoes / you love them that fools gold you uptight then thats boog-whoaaaaa / i need new clothes pay checks wit a few o’s / oh goodness oh my oh shit my 05’s about to be my 012′ you hatin niggas oh well / ladies lovin my oh smell and the after party’s at the hotel-o

*chorus* All My neighbors x2 / its about to go down x4 *chorus end*

Now who’s ass is stankin my my its that rankin / erebody a goblin and my last name is Vankman / my letter game it hangmen i’m doin my thang man / you dumbasses cant hang got no arms like rayman / bombin mountain top im climbin / my whole style banoodles yo shit value pak ramen / i stay high beam like shinin por favor may i chime in / its my time dog quit rhymin / why you nine thousand ninety nine and still

*chorus*

It’s the well equipped spitter / live for the city drop 5 when i sit up / hundred thou hitter bitter roll up wit avita get a sitter baby dookie on the plane put ya shit up / chicks used to hate now they wanna get up / flow sixty eight vintage bump dat punks is finished funk diminish ya vibe i drunk the guiness a dumb percentage of my my blood / pop eyes spinach and popeyes / chillin in the whip what a feeling to walk by / fine ass chick tryin get her to drop by / partial law to martial law the ass / eddy got the pen and ready for the fetti / conneticut pittsburgh all between my dream is to get the cream / lime light when the time is right its the king

*chorus*

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“Conquer The Devil” (written by M. Rankin)

Achieve it only if i believe it / most these suckas is lucky wit me luck isnt needed / hustle sweat and i grind i swear that these niggas cheated / aint no time for complaining just get in the game and beat it / my reflection says my destiny’s due thru my review / extended minutes in sessions GOD images through / get the point for the sentence is through / break outta prison wit a couple of bars do how the citizens do / forget chasin them ghosts 9/5 to ya grave / fantasize seeing rays through the cloudiest days /my daughter dont see me wile im grinding for praise / the spirit slaves to never fail rhyme on a stage / risk it all for pocket lint facebook likes / read and retweets my opulence stasis defeat moments in deep / forgettin all my christian beliefs stuck in a shadow of my own feats / foot on my feet standing on one leg holdin my ground / stares wooden but some stay holding me down / not sure my motive its harder now to keep my head level / but ima die a legend and rebel watch me conquer the devil

*chorus x4* Watch me conquer the devil *chorus end*

Scene was a genius his team was full of demons in dreams / solace his privacy college his insurance policy scheme / blood thick in his poet marks had the heart to beat dragons / seemed like the planet was laggin / baggage heavy feet dragging / beggin for scars share his soul words electronically / fuckin around honestly bitches astonish me / fall in love whatever accepted heart broken left it / left a bit of himself in a wide open necklace its all / a little bit fucked up what am i dog a little bit fucked up i manage dog / from not only that so much as made me lack / heart compassion soul fire / that all faceted well fastned in faster race driver / in this lifes fast lane the pains liver / the trains rider cannot control why the conductor cannot switch rails I tried to / racked out my motherfuckin brains i got to / find a way to put out all these flames i got to / nothin in this planet seem the same i got to / make it so my pictures in the frame i got to / even if they never hear my name i got to / fuck it nigga charge it to the game i got to / this for my daughter not the fame i got to / this is for my daughter not the fame /

*choir* I shot the the devil *repeats to end*

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