Son of Sam

Lyrics

[Intro] Welcome… everybody To the Son of Sam S.O.S [Verse One] A dog told me to kill MCs Thought you could hold me, feel me No anesthetic You so anorexic I got that phat shit Dark nights, I got that Bat shit When I see the Justus League emblem Fuck wit me, I'm fencing With a mask, lid on [?] John Leguizamo, who wan' test Billy Blanco? From tha Nom Who want tha dram' Day time Emmy, I trace lines plenty Add up to make shapes I put my raps up against the greats No comparisons Flows are rare as when concocted from one cockpit 9th the copilot, we take you on flights That solo wild shit The Malcolm X-files hit No Scully S.O.S don't touch me Don't touch me [Hook] Turn my mic up like this much Burn my life up in this dutch Shit ya'll please understand It's hard to be the Son of Sam Turn my mic up like this much Burn my life up in this dutch Shit ya'll please understand It's hard to be the Son of Sam It's hard to be the Son of Sam (Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam) [Verse Two] Fresh outta hibernation, fresh outta time waiting Took a long rest tryna keep the evil off me In the process some of my people crossed me But still I got you I was drunk as a worm in a tequila bottle Like fuck it when I hit the scene Accepted by tha public cuz of ma ill nigga genes I'm not into glitz and glam, I'm tryna lift my fam Eat better and speak better Basic conversations Chasing domination, build an angry mob We'll break the law, Still pray to god Similar to repents, from the heart spillin the contents All of it An it ain't all love shit Hurt feelings an reverse killing (Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam) [Hook] Turn my mic up like this much Burn my life up in this dutch Shit ya'll please understand It's hard to be the Son of Sam Turn my mic up like this much Burn my life up in this dutch Shit ya'll please understand It's hard to be the Son of Sam It's hard to be the Son of Sam (Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam) [Verse Three] See the rapid fires, speak with mad desire I got up from hot fucks, truly, yo Then popped up in the studios raring to go Last minute, preparing for shows Thinking we too good to rehearse or practice I think we too hood dirty mattress Blotched as denji?? Dog shit Benji Gave you 'More', drop with Demi Don't care what you say, say bitch We Bebe Kids don't lie, I slow ride I70, so high I'm heavenly The Heavenly Kid The L.E.G.A.C.Y. shit is so hard to teach Gotta love that, I'm hard to reach You gotta clutch that It took all of me to stop fuckin' rap But she's diseased now Sickly when she freestyle, I Aaron Hall miss her Wanted to tongue kiss her Wanted to feel her Never thought I'd be the one to kill her.. [Hook] Turn my mic up like this much Burn my life up in this dutch Shit ya'll please understand It's hard to be the Son of Sam Turn my mic up like this much Burn my life up in this dutch Shit ya'll please understand It's hard to be the Son of Sam It's hard to be the Son of Sam (Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam, Son of Sam)