Incarcerated By Flesh - Cell

He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in his manner There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream Full of passion You don't trust me, huh? You know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Knock niggas out the box all the time Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (uh-huh) (Yeah, motherfucker, straight up) (I'll fuck your whole team up) Take care of B.I., Chef (Yeah, bust it, yo, yo) Fly G.I. niggas Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting Shutting down your slot, time for pumping Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is getting fired More fiends, chicks be burning like chlorine Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up You never had no wins, sliding in these dens With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son? Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who? I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts Niggas' lyrics are wack, nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads We beating mics sending keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimum wage But soon to get a article in Rap Page But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac' Bank account fat, it's going down like that And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian Black stallions wildling on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs Musty like fuck, waving they arms to Arabs Sit back, cooling like Kahlúas on rocks On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the feds Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto Get lifted in the staircases Peace, incarcerated scarfaces Time is runnin' out Politic, ditto Incarcerated scarfaces

Okay, okay, Dexter, ой, то есть Flesh Highself, мне кажется, нужно сделать погромче Е, е, е Каждый день я флипую, не снимая цепь Моя цель, моя цель - разъебать их всех Я Слик Рик, я горяч, я заряжен весь Flavor Flav, тик-так, время делать shit Каждый день я флипую, не снимая цепь Моя цель, моя цель - разъебать их всех Я Слик Рик, я горяч, я заряжен весь Flavor Flav, тик-так, время делать shit Моё имя слышал каждый, они меня зовут FLESH Не снимаю много сторис, детка, я не Famous Dex У меня на столе кекс (Hey! What?) Дома так снимаю стресс Cali love на повторе, валит MC Ren Мне сегодня моя бэйби подстрижёт каре Гр, а, это карате С ней в постели, как на рампе, прокатись на мне Флип мод, флип мод, её зад для меня - гипноз Мой болт, как Кинг Роуз, с её вагиной игрок Я сегодня был не в духе, потом взял себе Мэри Джейн Знал бы ты ща, как пиздато я флипую, мэн Каждый день я флипую, не снимая цепь Моя цель, моя цель - разъебать их всех Я Слик Рик, я горяч, я заряжен весь Flavor Flav, тик-так, время делать shit Каждый день я флипую, не снимая цепь Моя цель, моя цель - разъебать их всех Я Слик Рик, я горяч, я заряжен весь Flavor Flav, тик-так, время делать shit Ты хотел пиздатый сингл, разъебал, как Стивен Сигал Нету узи, рифмы - игл, ты стреляешь только сиги (Wow! Wait) Штуку баксов на мне кеды, в них ебашу, бля, на сцене Смотри, как опухли вены Мама-трахер знает, где достать дерьма Я в Жулебино не в адеквате, ма Дура долго на мне тёрлась и протёрла мне штаны На мне были Pierre Balmain, сука, надоело жить Каждый день я флипую, не снимая цепь Моя цель, моя цель - разъебать их всех Я Слик Рик, я горяч, я заряжен весь Flavor Flav, тик-так, время делать shit Каждый день я флипую, не снимая цепь Моя цель, моя цель - разъебать их всех Я Слик Рик, я горяч, я заряжен весь Flavor Flav, тик-так, время делать shit

FLESH! Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum I got a grip on your throat, we would ride in tandem And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe, fast Flesh I need it, I'm a mess, now I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Skin on you is always Calling me with your face Wrap yourself around me, do whatever I say Kiss me like a cream pie, sweet, sweet control Flesh, addicted, yeah I mean it, I'm a mess, now I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Fall on your faith like your faith for religion The light in the way, you're begging for forgiveness Lost summers here as we both bathe in sweet sin Leave it to me, I'll give you something to believe in (Kiss me) surrender (kiss me) to friction (kiss me) This is body language (kiss me) and deep diction (kiss me) I love it (kiss me), I'm back for it (kiss me), yeah, yeah, yeah Flesh, addicted, yeah Come here darling, help me tackle this darling I don't wanna let go All of a sudden baby, darling no I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Flesh