Red and Gold
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I remember when, last past November when
Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland
They left him trembling, he was not remembering
Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem
Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin
Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him"
When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling
Us to break them off, no reassembling
No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to
Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse
Just don't look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the crips
Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails
All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
700 volts holds rap to a standstill
Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
And built with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze
And I knew it was the last day, Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason
Mostly with these crimes of treason
And you'll be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
From how he's feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick
He's the villain with the million dollar voice-throat trick
He's like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker's back
Couldn't think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack
It don't really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple
'Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self
Ain't no average MC ahead of me
Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree
With nicknames, sick games as Rick James
Messy games, sci-fi such as Jesse James
Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker
Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker
Got bagged 'cause of the dirty chick with make-up
Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May
To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod's earth day
All else? Worthless to say
That's when I knew it was the first day, Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of treason men
And y'all be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
It's like a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act
I been bent back since my Physical went back
Since, Cultured more of my kin
And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole
Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold
To 'round Nimrod's release day
And all else? Needless to say
Wait a motherfucking minute, true facts presented
The names was probably changed just to protect who ain't in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4-5ths was converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating
All types of different styles of treason
Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland
They left him trembling, he was not remembering
Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem
Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin
Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him"
When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling
Us to break them off, no reassembling
No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to
Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse
Just don't look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the crips
Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails
All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
700 volts holds rap to a standstill
Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
And built with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze
And I knew it was the last day, Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason
Mostly with these crimes of treason
And you'll be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
From how he's feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick
He's the villain with the million dollar voice-throat trick
He's like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker's back
Couldn't think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack
It don't really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple
'Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self
Ain't no average MC ahead of me
Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree
With nicknames, sick games as Rick James
Messy games, sci-fi such as Jesse James
Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker
Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker
Got bagged 'cause of the dirty chick with make-up
Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May
To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod's earth day
All else? Worthless to say
That's when I knew it was the first day, Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of treason men
And y'all be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
It's like a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act
I been bent back since my Physical went back
Since, Cultured more of my kin
And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole
Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold
To 'round Nimrod's release day
And all else? Needless to say
Wait a motherfucking minute, true facts presented
The names was probably changed just to protect who ain't in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4-5ths was converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating
All types of different styles of treason
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:26.07] I remember when, last past November when
[00:28.71] Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland
[00:30.75] They left him trembling, he was not remembering
[00:34.78] Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem
[00:36.83] Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin
[00:39.89] Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him"
[00:42.85] When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling
[00:45.96] Us to break them off, no reassembling
[00:48.91] No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to
[00:51.98] Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
[00:54.97] You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse
[00:56.99] Just don't look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the crips
[01:00.01] Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails
[01:03.90] All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
[01:06.02] 700 volts holds rap to a standstill
[01:09.09] Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
[01:13.07] Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
[01:15.02] And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
[01:18.13] And built with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze
[01:24.15] And I knew it was the last day, Wig-Twisting Season
[01:27.00] When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason
[01:30.01] Mostly with these crimes of treason
[01:32.04] And you'll be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
[01:36.00] From how he's feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick
[01:39.04] He's the villain with the million dollar voice-throat trick
[01:42.02] He's like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker's back
[01:45.07] Couldn't think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack
[01:48.11] It don't really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple
[01:51.13] 'Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
[01:54.12] 'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
[01:56.13] Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self
[02:00.11] Ain't no average MC ahead of me
[02:03.14] Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree
[02:05.18] With nicknames, sick games as Rick James
[02:08.10] Messy games, sci-fi such as Jesse James
[02:12.18] Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker
[02:15.18] Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker
[02:18.25] Got bagged 'cause of the dirty chick with make-up
[02:20.25] Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
[02:23.39] My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May
[02:26.34] To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod's earth day
[02:29.31] All else? Worthless to say
[02:34.39] That's when I knew it was the first day, Wig-Twisting Season
[02:38.35] When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
[02:41.32] Mostly with these crimes of treason men
[02:44.32] And y'all be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
[02:59.44] It's like a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act
[03:02.48] I been bent back since my Physical went back
[03:04.44] Since, Cultured more of my kin
[03:06.48] And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole
[03:08.44] Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
[03:11.54] In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold
[03:14.59] To 'round Nimrod's release day
[03:17.49] And all else? Needless to say
[03:23.35] Wait a motherfucking minute, true facts presented
[03:26.34] The names was probably changed just to protect who ain't in it
[03:28.41] The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4-5ths was converted
[03:31.33] The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
[03:48.46] Wig-Twisting Season
[03:49.45] When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
[03:53.45] Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating
[03:56.20] All types of different styles of treason
[03:59.36]
[00:28.71] Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland
[00:30.75] They left him trembling, he was not remembering
[00:34.78] Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem
[00:36.83] Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin
[00:39.89] Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him"
[00:42.85] When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling
[00:45.96] Us to break them off, no reassembling
[00:48.91] No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to
[00:51.98] Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
[00:54.97] You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse
[00:56.99] Just don't look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the crips
[01:00.01] Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails
[01:03.90] All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
[01:06.02] 700 volts holds rap to a standstill
[01:09.09] Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
[01:13.07] Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
[01:15.02] And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
[01:18.13] And built with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze
[01:24.15] And I knew it was the last day, Wig-Twisting Season
[01:27.00] When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason
[01:30.01] Mostly with these crimes of treason
[01:32.04] And you'll be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
[01:36.00] From how he's feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick
[01:39.04] He's the villain with the million dollar voice-throat trick
[01:42.02] He's like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker's back
[01:45.07] Couldn't think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack
[01:48.11] It don't really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple
[01:51.13] 'Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
[01:54.12] 'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
[01:56.13] Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by his damn self
[02:00.11] Ain't no average MC ahead of me
[02:03.14] Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree
[02:05.18] With nicknames, sick games as Rick James
[02:08.10] Messy games, sci-fi such as Jesse James
[02:12.18] Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker
[02:15.18] Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker
[02:18.25] Got bagged 'cause of the dirty chick with make-up
[02:20.25] Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
[02:23.39] My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May
[02:26.34] To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod's earth day
[02:29.31] All else? Worthless to say
[02:34.39] That's when I knew it was the first day, Wig-Twisting Season
[02:38.35] When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
[02:41.32] Mostly with these crimes of treason men
[02:44.32] And y'all be lucky if there's no squeezing even this evening
[02:59.44] It's like a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act
[03:02.48] I been bent back since my Physical went back
[03:04.44] Since, Cultured more of my kin
[03:06.48] And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole
[03:08.44] Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
[03:11.54] In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold
[03:14.59] To 'round Nimrod's release day
[03:17.49] And all else? Needless to say
[03:23.35] Wait a motherfucking minute, true facts presented
[03:26.34] The names was probably changed just to protect who ain't in it
[03:28.41] The XP was three-quarters tinted, 4-5ths was converted
[03:31.33] The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
[03:48.46] Wig-Twisting Season
[03:49.45] When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
[03:53.45] Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating
[03:56.20] All types of different styles of treason
[03:59.36]