lirik lagu the loyalists - credentials
the streams of everlasting nourishment
i possess in my soul to flourish it for purposes
for any of the so-called survivalists
speakers get blown more than infected sinuses
when vinyl spins, i play you like conductors and get ferocious
on my mr. hollands opus, so focus, on these airwaves
i got a rare case to go and enter bear caves and not wanna share sp-ce
undeniably flying free are demons inside of me
and eye’s have seen them burn alive the spirit in my diary
got a long list of unconscious, no accomplice
thought launching through my gauntlet of bomb sh-t
cooking noodles into pasta when i got ya
hanging off my kilbasa with lock jaw, ugly, bumping heads like rugby
chipping your f-cking buck t–th, my spirit runs free, it’s lovely
cause too many emcee’s warm as alaskans when they p-ss wind
dumping rhymes got’em all in trash bins
i get you lost as global youth for total truth
so it’s like my vocals sooth as the hopeful news of proof
and now that i’m relentless with every sentence invented, go against this
suffer consequences of vengeance
p-ssing crushed grapes all over mixtape rap sheets
i walk with my shoes stuck in two pair of -ss cheeks, on mother earth
pulling out a rubber first
smothered in southern woman as governor, not a word
and at the hour of the rooster only a few
saw me leave more wives than mormon in utah
p-ssy so wide, nearly got my shoe stuck
i get juiced up from giving you the new stuff
so since the night my guardian angel
appeared with a halo, sh-ll toes and kangol
he went and came broke, dirty in the same clothes
gave me wind of tornados from his plain robe
so i’m big like tigga, raw like digga
crazy since my pre-school glue sniffer
my castles dungeon shackles hundreds who don’t run with
talk as if they’ve seen a pile of onions to lunge in
but one line of sunshine sometimes
can run like it only had one life with sunlight
the subterranean, miscellaneous, turntablist
you know i got the stable wrist for every cross fader flip
i keep my 45′s in a shoebox cut chemist with a nu mark
with rhymes more jur-ssic than a concrete schoolyard
blessing you without any allergies
got verbal gymnastics falling of the balance beams
a made man, though i’m not italian
royally flushing cats with their iced down medallions
cause the mind will force you on short fuse
if you’re bent as horse shoe’s for tunes of your news, in america
i’m already considered to be a devil
rocking on spots so consider me freckle, nothing special
with a threshold that’ll pop your blood vessels
in your eye’s to red marshmallows
kicking this habit without cold turkeys
no mercy, snapping all the beef jerkies
enlightenment might take longer than i thought
what i’m writings like hyper extending body parts
thought i could be a drug dealer and got handcuffed
by the fact the only snow i ever sold was dandruff
use to have my thumb and pointer nails longer than the others
so i won’t be burn my fingers on how small the blunt is
now loud’s the only sound i wanna get out
something obese can’t see my feet when i put my head down
this how i compile the songs style gods child
hear to take it to your chest as if it’s girls gone wild
the names framework your local underground rhymer
from vermont going to the subways for grinders
don’t even call me my colleague’s of law speak only to these raw beats
and we’ll be here all week
you had your day, like once handsome now you’re gray
going back from which you came, devil dancing on your grave
so take all you want from me, throw the rest away
they call me honesty, don’t you get afraid
lyrically armory good morning to the brave
the dawning of no longer falling victim to the pain
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