The Curse歌词

[00:37.59]They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
[00:40.23]So my every rhyme is designed from a spiritual place
[00:42.81]Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great
[00:45.75]I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes
[00:48.43]Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate
[00:51.06]I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes
[00:53.78]You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl
[00:56.65]On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw
[00:59.22]Y'all can't be serious, it's hilarious
[01:02.03]I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period
[01:04.91]Period, I ain't gotta write no more
[01:07.32]But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more
[01:10.15]Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques?
[01:13.01]So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest?
[01:15.52]You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men
[01:18.25]If Obama don't get the spot, it's probably not for him
[01:21.20]Enough black men do good to only get shot
[01:23.67]That's why I'm good in the hood, I don't need to get the props
[01:26.35]I only need to get these thoughts off my brain
[01:28.71]Chopped let Juju Mob in the game
[01:43.17]Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead
[01:46.33]Like the mother******s been reading the Necronomicon
[01:48.35]When the sick person is talking, I murder the market
[01:51.07]I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets
[01:53.82]If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers
[01:56.20]I'm sick, I kick in a ******g door in and slap em out of pajamses
[01:59.44]Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs
[02:01.99]My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas
[02:04.82]If I'm unlucky to ****
[02:05.98]I'm sick mother******, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves
[02:10.06]Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap ***t'll never leave me
[02:12.68]I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC
[02:15.75]**** you if you think this ***t is improper
[02:18.07]While I'm lying rappers be pu***ng their keys thinking they're hustlers
[02:20.67]I'll show and prove, never do it for paper
[02:22.64]maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother******
[02:37.08]The mob remains, we was just in the shadows
[02:39.76]King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs
[02:42.56]Cousins of killers, fathers of felons
[02:44.42]Don't like no **** around us, we'll abolish your section
[02:47.77]Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp
[02:50.65]Real talk, yeah since the status was cult
[02:53.19]Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault
[02:55.93]Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt
[02:58.62]Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch
[03:01.31]Pass out passing the pork, I'll splatter your thoughts
[03:03.94]West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught
[03:06.57]Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch
[03:09.41]Watching the news with his back to the room
[03:12.11]I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb
[03:14.73]Now they selling the same ***t, pop's style on the same strip
[03:17.76]Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick
[03:20.49]Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead
[03:23.38]Without a microphone I make you ******g bang your head
[03:26.11]My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax
[03:28.47]Gatt**urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first
[03:31.34]Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one
[03:33.98]One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone
[03:36.60]You **** with Juju Mob, that's asinine
[03:39.27]Won't have to rhyme, ***** we'll settle this by blasting nines