Image - TallupTwinz, Houdini & J Neat

Hello, hello, hello (ha, ha, ha) You never listen to a word that I said You only seen me For the clothes that I wear Or did the interest go so much deeper It must have been The colour of my hair The Public Image What you wanted was never made clear Behind the image was ignorance and fear You hide behind this public machine Still follow same old scheme Public Image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began I will not be treated as property Public Image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began It's not a game of monopoly Public image Public image You got what you wanted The public image belongs to me It's my entrance My own creation My grand finale My goodbye Public image Goodbye

You have a soul It's permanently weak You have a whip And it's lying on your window sill While I have no thoughts You have clear image of our love Clear image of our love While I have no thoughts You have clear image of our love Clear image of our love You always have a stone For the window in my heart You always have a stone For the window in my heart Two scars on your back Two flowers in your hand While I have no thoughts You have clear image of our love Clear image of our love While I have no thoughts You have clear image of our love Clear image of our love While I have no thoughts You have clear image of our love Clear image of our love While I have no thoughts Clear image of our love Clear image of our love

(Woah) (Simba) (Sharper) (Image) Sharper sharper image I play the game This not no scrimmage Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image I play the game This not not scrimmage Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image I play the game This not no scrimmage Seeing sharper image Seeing vivid I don't cap in my rap I really live it My homie got the strap in the bag He about to send it I said kaaboom goes the room This ain't no ghost face I got the mask no MF doom This ain't no WuTang Got 30 niggas coming through Like Jackie Robinson Mayne I'll steal on you like forty two Like my nigga lil Wayne 500 degrees in 02 I fuck with de la soul Fuck with a nigga I'll take your soul Like Katniss Everdeen I'll shoot you with a fucking bow Overwater the green So the cash can over flow I see behind the scenes I know what you don't know It's me vs me What a helluva fucking show Just like TNT Give me some time and I finna blow Fuck your MTV I gotta get it on my own (woah) Sharper sharper image I play the game This not no scrimmage Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image I play the game This not no scrimmage Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image I told you I'm in this ship Cuz I got great penmanship Just like Nip I do not slip Not Nip but Janet's tits Not oats But I got them grits Not classic But I'm talkin hits Not flashy But look at my wrist Your ashy Put some cream on that bish (Whoo) (Whoo) They mad cuz I'm staying active They sad cuz they need proactive My flow just just like magic So smooth but just so tragic White and blue Just like a maverick Your fly Just like a maggot 3 Ks yeah that's a hat trick No hate Well maybe a tad bit No shame But I'll take a tablet Not white But I'm on my bunny rabbit Don't hate Cuz you can not have it I'm straight Cuz I never had it Baby face Cuz I feel illmatic Don't be shock Cuz I feel like static (Gah damn!!) And I feel like static Cuz I heroically have it And y'all motherfuckers Ain't have shit Simba in this bish Sharper sharper image I play the game This not no scrimmage Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image I play the game This not no scrimmage Sharper sharper image Sharper sharper image

Slatt, slatt Gats on gats, oh, straps all in the backseat (In the back, all up in the back seat) Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Straps on straps Got shooters in the backseat, oh She a freak She fuckin' to my tracks, oh oh Free the guys They told me heard me on the radio So I can't slip, I keep my stick My whole gang, they tryna score And I talk fast, uh All these niggas cappin', oh Oh snap, 'cause they done leaked his photo In the back and I got me a 44, oh Make him giddy up Like the horse up on his Polo I'm on the road I'm makin' plays just like it's Madden MCM hold my hammer, I perc with fashion These niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no static Fuck the doctor We gon' send your homie to a casket And fuck the doctor We gon' send your homie to a casket We ain't runnin' on no hardwood for a basket She say that she want a savage, a little lavish Run up on him, let him have it, fatal damage (Oh) slatt, slatt (run up on him like oh) (Shoutout my nigga J Neat, man) Straps all in the backseat, yo (In the back, all up in the back seat, yo) Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Ay, ay, she kinda nasty, yo Ay, ay, she a battri ho Ayy, ayy, I'm in my bag, get some more In my bag, get some more Pop a tag, get some more Ayy, baby, I be on the road Baby, I be on the go Baby, I be gettin' dough Ay, she poppin' bottles, that's for sure Poppin' xannies, that's for sure Do the gang, you gotta go Uh, ay, do the gang, you gotta go In the trap, I let it snow M Sav, he gon' let it blow Free K Sav up on the road Then we just rock another show She give me top, but goin' low Couldn't stop, she such a pro Never disrespect the bros Before I go and sell my soul I'd rather sell a brick of dope In the field, you tryna cope In the field, we tryna score Sniper gang, we totin' scopes Ask her what's her horoscope I'ma need you to play your role (Play your role, play your role, play your role) (I don't really need you, lil' ho) (I just really need, though) Slatt, slatt (I don't really need no more) Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wass Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Kinda nasty, I'm in the back seat Shouldn't love me...