Bizzy Bone: Mr. Majesty II
aus dem Album: Heaven'z Movie
Songtext:
[Crowd Klebefolie Chrom
cheering]
Mr.
Majesty:
This is Mr. Majesty representin'
on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime. [Laughs].
[Yea, yea, yea, 7th
Sign Regime representin']
Mr.
Majesty:
Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels.
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. 365 I'm Carrera Autos live at every angle.
Mental methodical mind,
niggas wanna tangle.
Mr.
Majesty:
Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes. Everybody
knows we divine wit' the flows. Shouldn't have to
tell you when it rains wear
your coat. It's
thunderstoms because we mourn the dope.
Mr.
Majesty: Homepage Design
Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for. You
can rest assured you'll never more suffer through
flaw. You can steady
toughen the law; they'll be harder criminal brushin'
the shores. Tuck in your jaw. If your confidence is
lower, minus lead blower,
sinus flaired to the smallest odor. Tried to get
open but just a file folder, next man style holder,
weightless chest a tasteless death,
I'm compound to be a sound souljah. On tracks
compact, bolder abstract flava, drift like the mist
holdin' a black fist with right puerto de andratx shoulder. Addition to the culture went fishin' with
these vultures, enlistment predicted to be held over.
Hired wired cobras to
work front desk, smoke, dress the dress, pure moist
no choice but to be less. His ploy to decoy the
congress, skills, too broke to
pay homage. In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash
conglomerate. Had your staff astonished. Precise
math, most dominant.
Switch.
Mr.
Majesty: Begleitagentur Dortmund Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish no talents
damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced. Stompin'
the housing,
crowdin' kids that's pounding playgrounds and courts
where small missiles went through. So often a sport
on the wrong course
trailing the horse. Raps biggest divorce needs
figures. For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth.
When the greed mood falls off,
the danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft.
Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus, not lookin',
in a rush, might have
been a mascot for I.H.O.P. as human slush. Keep it Begleitservice in Bochum
lower than hush. The diploma for lust and slight
comas when I bust and then
again works skins to heavy musk, everready
cuts. Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush.
Mr.
Majesty:
Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels.
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. 365 I'm
live at every angle.
Mental methodical mind,
niggas wanna tangle. Wohnungen in Hagen
Mr.
Majesty:
Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes. Everybody
knows we divine wit' the flows. Shouldn't have to
tell you when it rains wear
your coat. It's
thunderstoms because we mourn the dope.
Mr.
Majesty:
Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds. The inner
raggamuffin', got me bustin' them down. A nine milli
really make a nigga On Nachrichten
worship the ground. Preparering kings. Courtship is
now. Ignite torch for sundown. Quiz of a ninja
disguised as a stupid nigga.
This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize
offenders. White lies turn shades of gray like skies
in November. At the brink of
dismay. My eyes will never flicker. Herbs, got the
nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks
intellectually drunk with butter
flies in their liver. Have no ties to the beginning.
Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and
dinner, no perks. Incentive: soul Bonn Immobilien search the whole earth extensive. Had a low chirp,
slow birth in placenta, incubated and escalated to
contender. Pushin' through
gush waitin' for air on mush. Now sexually molest
ovaries, finessed. Locally approach me with respect
and royalty - Majesty.
"And after this you'll
call me 'Your Majesty'"
Mr.
Majesty:
Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas
magnificence. No talents with instruments, but the Jahresabschluss
choke-hold vocals
compensate the difference.
Society full of menaces--abnormal residents.
Mr.
Majesty:
It's like I'm floatin'. I think I'm floatin'. Got
me open. I guess I'm floatin'. No jokin'. I'm
movin' as my words are spoken. A
vibe in groovin',
lightening movement. I feel so elsuive.
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