Get Off On Slauson (feat. RJ) - Joe Moses

The people down the street are packing up As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft There isn't anybody I can trust So, I'm alone dancing to a click track What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain Lord, have mercy on my soul Now I wonder if a man can fly With all his sins suspended from his body Each of us was born to live and die (why?) But I could never follow orthodoxy What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off one the pain Lord, have mercy on my soul I look into my glass and view my wasting skin And say, would God it came to pass, my heart had shrunk as thin To them, I'm under stress, my heart's grown cold to me Could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, it's in my DNA Lord, have mercy on my soul

Intro: This goes out to my peoples in Queens. Representing, Brooklyn, Uptown. Yeah, yeah Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island, all the way to New Jersy. Tri State Area. Long Island Verse 1: Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is mad deep Like gutters I bring it no matter what the situation, underwater, through fire Across barded wire, what? I'm quick to Change Faces without R. Kelly When you step on me you best be ready. I heats it up like house kitchen When I'm bitchin' with this redition, chill or you might catch an ass Whippin' There's something wrong ha, I can't go on, and commence Tear the frame out an MC's ass with the quickness, no forgiveness This is the way E does buisness, one touch and I'll weaken the average came To be rap star By far by far, my entourage is Sugar Hill like Wesly Snipes Def Squad is the main attraction for y'all everynight Hook: "I came through the door" - Rakim And I set it off (X4) Verse 2: Dun da da, the E Double brings it full steam Eyes are green, yeah, taken sucker niggas for they cream I rock the mic, alright, with intentions to please and decapitate all Gimmick MC's Yeah, I come action packed like a flick, and dismantle those duck MC's that Can't handle My sound goes through my musical speakers, beeotch, and flash a symbol like The Grym Reaper To signify, gamma ray I display on wax is ridiculous, way out likt the crew On Star Trek Yeah, I keep my style Black like Panthers, with women more fat than Samathas Damn, this don't make no F in' sense, for me to be on top bigger than Monuments A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole That got put into your soul Hook (x4) Verse 3: For those that envy me and say I ain't about nothing and everthing you see My names on something Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I develop Without speech (woah) On bended knee I could damage an MC, thourgholy Yeah, yeah take him for his currency, remarkable, the black Superman in the Sky Flying through the air with green eyes Hook (x4) Keith Murray talking outro: Yeah, yeah yeah, watch your back black. Don't even step up, word is born. L.O.D. is in here too you know what I'm sayin'? Def Squad for life, PPP Taking it everywhere, midwest, mideast, southwest, southwest, north, south, East, west, northwest, northwest, south, north, south, everywhere I sets it Off. You know what I'm saying? Paintin the boards, rippin' the mic, rippin' Niggas anything you like word up set it of E D. Keith Murray in this piece.

Ooh, ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, Woah Let me get off, get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Ooh, Ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah Let me get off, Get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, You know I had to get off I said I had to get off, so what you think I'm doing? Blue faces, buyin' gold, Always been a Bruin Except for when they losing, Then I gotta keep it moving People asking what I'm doing, Money convos keep it flowing Claiming you (... ) Cracking up I'm with your girl when she back it up Pass me the Sticks and I'm acting up, knocking it out and she (... ) Do it for fans and the clapping up Walking in Gucci, They rack it up I swear these Benjamins standing up I put up to sleep When I'm stacking up Mo' money, Got less problems People looking like, " How about it?" You rent it, I buy it Diamonds wet but they never clouded I'm a rebel, them (... ) Rowdy Best believe we 'bout to bout it Best Believe my (...) Balling hard with no boundaries Ooh, ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, Woah Let me get off, get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Ooh, Ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah Let me get off, Get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain't talking drugs I ain't on the (...), I ain't selling rock, I ain't selling rock banging with the thugs I be on the court, Yeah I push the rock Cause balling, balling, Balling what I love Pay attention, Listen closely I won't say it twice Married to the game, I tattoo it like I (...) my wife I put in early mornings, yeah, And I'm grinding late night Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain't talking dice Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike But you can catch me in the G, And you know it's all-white On the court I'm making plays, And in the booth I'm making slappers I Always kept it real, I ain't never been no actor Ooh, ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, Woah Let me get off, get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off Ooh, Ooh Z-O get off, get off Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah Let me get off, Get off Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, They get off Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off

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