Prayers

Lyrics

Gunpowder, treason and plot Rush hour fiends on the block Sunflower seeds in a pot Man are planting the seeds for the crop Yeah man my team is a lot The cream of the crop Yeah man I'm here with my Gs on the spot Kamakaze got the season on lock I'm a hustler baby get lean on a botch Charlie Sheen with a rock Man I'm lighting up Midas touch Up the gears gonna grind a clutch No leg to stand up Find a crutch If you weren't so shit I would't mind as much Road rage was no bumper car You little bumbaclart Man you ain't got the nuts to start Man are so under par Shove your shitty little 16's up your arse Man I've done your dance You man ain't got the gloves to spar Firearms they can't box with gods Let alone touch a star So think before you come for ours With bars I'm a bully Write get well soon on your bullet Then pull it I'm gully you muppet Smell the musk from the musket Told you the mermaid was nothing to fuck with Flow sound as dank as the crow in the blunt skin Flow is disgusting MCs get fried like the dough in the dunkin' The light in the dark I'm the glow in the pumkin Moanin' and frontin' Suggest that you hide away Bout to blow I'm the spoon in the microwave Them man are goons on cyber space What a precious life to waste Man can't relax or chill This is grime not trap or drill I told a man this is nigh not ill I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are Them man are fucked it I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa Man can't relax or chill This is grime not trap or drill I told a man this is nigh not ill I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are Them man are fucked it I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa Where's the punks and mosh pitters Where the mass like rain not kane, I'm not sickers Where's the thugs and cop killers Don't want saints at my shows I want sinners Tell them dickheads there the plot thickens Let it be considered I've had more wheels then you've had hot dinners Clock figures And we've brought half the mob with us Man start playing hide and seek Violent streak Man are no kaiser chief Riots I don't predict em Man I inflict em Man are make victims Leave man laying on his face like Klinnsman Friction Leave your face lookin' all crimson Simpsons Man know Matt's the creator Man I'll send a man back to his maker Like a trip back to Jamaica Man move back a yard I'll push an airline back a yard Man are like raa Kamas hard Welcome to the abattoir Your T-shirt it says cocaine and caviar My research it says low pay don't have a car Which one is it? See young man get lift when I switch off physics I don't tend to switch off lyrics But if man want to step in the wild They know they better say my name See who's a survivor destiny's child Separating the boys from the pen Big Kamdog got the poisonous pen Them man talk about nines and four fives But we both know it ain't quarter to ten Man can't relax or chill This is grime not trap or drill I told a man this is nigh not ill I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are Them man are fucked it I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa Man can't relax or chill This is grime not trap or drill I told a man this is nigh not ill I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are Them man are fucked it I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa