Wicked
Tommy gun - he ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun
Maybe he wants to die - for the money
Maybe he wants to kill - for his country
Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it!
Tommy gun - you better strip it down for a custom run
Tommy gun - waiting in the airport 'till Kingdom Come
An' we can watch you make it on the nine o'clock news
Standing there in Palestine lighting the fuse
Whatever you want, you're gonna get it
Tommy gun - you'll be dead when your war is won
Tommy gun - but did you have gun down everyone?
I
Never No More
Intro/Chorus:
Never no more, never no more
Never will a sucka score, never no more
Never no more, never no more
Never will a sucka score, never no more
[Tajai]
Message recorded, lessons be stored in
this mental core it's, like lentil porridge
Nas-T, Massey, be the last G
From medical texts to class me
Ask me, if I had to grip my pad
the riffs I grab would rip and stab
the kids that sag the shit they strap
is flavorless, and wreckless
Your bestest behavior gets
I plays the hits, displays the shit
a razor gets parlayed amidst
and later splits a feeling that
I made ya hit, a really phat I gave to kids
when I punched em
I crunch men, at a function
[Phesto]
Ponder on this, I swallowed the spliff with elocution
Encompassing the pompous means when I escalate my tool
shins get split, men get spindled swiveled pivoted
by my riveting centrifuge
I swindling crews, bringing a fist to bruise
Pulverizing skulls annihilating trifling dunces
Pulling rifle pumps to stifle punks when my knife splits
Split your spleen hit you clean in the kisser
When I twist a riddle I'm breakin the brittle
and flimsy with my whimsy
Puns and phrases I stun and phase kids
Terrorize em paralyze em paraplegic, when I leave em
Mindless spineless vertabraetless with menengitis
I earn em swift and minus a life with my nine
Chorus 2X
[A-Plus]
I get the props, you get the buttocks
I know my what nots, stoppin flows like blood claats
Nah, cuz that's a bad word in Jamaican
And I am that, grams packed cuz my jam's phat
So get the beaner butter we discovered treasure
You're sweet when I stomp you with my feet just for pleasure
Cuz I write the rhymes like a slave'll pick the cotton
The best from the West cuz I'm fresh and you're rotten
Take out the trash or I'll take it out your ass
With a blast from the past in the future, I'll shoot ya
But for the present beatdowns will suffice
Lose cuz you choose to be down with some mice
You dumb dunces I come once it's my time to
Wanna hear a joke? I'm you
Don't you wish I won't dismiss your treachery
I bet you be, leaving upon a stretcher G
[Opio]
I'm coming tighter, your rhymes are Oreida
Little reminescent of the poetry I write
a-stoundingly, you're sounding like me, might we
Step outside and settle this I cause catastrophes
I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing
Demolishing, you and your following I'm swallowing
MC's like I was a black hole ramsack those
wack flows who chose to oppose
I don't suppose, dare or where my stubble grows
Reverses the process, god bless you swing and whoa it's you!
Opio, disposes of crews like snotty tissues
I rip through bodies with corkscrews you wish you never tried
Chorus 2X
Never again