Truelyrics
09-23-06, 10:00 PM
Guess who’s Bizzack,
Stay picking up all the slack
Panting out breath yall just collapse,
That…
Be the fact True’s bringin’ in back,
Call me Chinese the way I’m laying the track
My mind travels,
Past the confines of speed limits
Con fines with drug enhanced by speeds limits
Not European but these germs man are finnish-ed
Plant weeds and trees for birth when seeds in it.
Puff w/ Sean’s boy’s an Encore at the Carter,
Losin’ my hearing, death to jams playin’ the martyr
Time after time w/ True Colors like Cyndi Lauper,
Running back Giants and heirs cutting w/ Barbers.
The permanent unlike perms that firm on men,
Incredibly masculine w/ mescaline acumen
I cum off, w/o the bate I master Pens,
But no bic or jail mate, flow control depends.
Pretend you got a nine get eight like you’re pre ten,
Laid on all fours your girl’s the one I bend.
I Jack son w/ Sam, cuz mad cats is Fiction,
You Snakes on my plane get knocked outta position.
Guess who’s Bizzack,
Stay picking up all the slack
Panting out breath yall just collapse,
That…
Be the fact True bringin’ in back,
Call me Chinese the way I’m laying the track
W.I.Z.E.
Act real hard w/ it,
Face get Mased and Scarred w/ it,
Rap-A-Lot for G’s but now my hearts in it.
If rap was a chick the truth and spark of it,
I’ve been beatin’ up the pu$$y before the carpet hit.
Pull cards for heart the cardiologist,
Yall cardiac, they card I yak,
Drunk off yall attack, makin’ me sick yo pardon black,
Meet Joe, straight Pitts - Mr.’s Smith,
lips on my d!ck, I spy another hit,
Orphans best to split,
C’mon Dawes I flip and spit the most incredible sh!t,
Let ‘em rip - like fat b!tches in hip huggers,
You don’t pull weight you cats is d!ck tuggers.
You bug us straight unbearable like D!ck But-kus,
Yall don’t UNDERSTAND like tall and dumb fukkers.
Man f.. all of that just bring in my chorus…
Guess who’s Bizzack,
Stay picking up all the slack
Panting out breath yall just collapse,
That…
Be the fact True stay bringin’ in back,
Call me Chinese how I’m laying the track
Each verse, converse with death so bring hearse,
Teach birth, inverse of steps to sing worse
Uptown baby, J’s and B’s bring déjà vu,
Smoke and got nikked as teen before the truth.
Got spewed, I got you we the chosen few,
Good men to Cruise but yall can’t take the truth,
Mission Impossible got chicks like Thandie New..,
But we aint heard nothing since yall cat’s debut.
Hate to say it but I’m debated, one of the greatest,
Latest playlist features clones scraping my platelets.
In Catholic School I thought the Trinity was the Matrix,
So I debated, let Fish off the hook,
Did want efx confused w/ the Books,
Educate the mass, leave message understood,
And Hammer out the thoughts to make it all good.
Stay picking up all the slack
Panting out breath yall just collapse,
That…
Be the fact True’s bringin’ in back,
Call me Chinese the way I’m laying the track
My mind travels,
Past the confines of speed limits
Con fines with drug enhanced by speeds limits
Not European but these germs man are finnish-ed
Plant weeds and trees for birth when seeds in it.
Puff w/ Sean’s boy’s an Encore at the Carter,
Losin’ my hearing, death to jams playin’ the martyr
Time after time w/ True Colors like Cyndi Lauper,
Running back Giants and heirs cutting w/ Barbers.
The permanent unlike perms that firm on men,
Incredibly masculine w/ mescaline acumen
I cum off, w/o the bate I master Pens,
But no bic or jail mate, flow control depends.
Pretend you got a nine get eight like you’re pre ten,
Laid on all fours your girl’s the one I bend.
I Jack son w/ Sam, cuz mad cats is Fiction,
You Snakes on my plane get knocked outta position.
Guess who’s Bizzack,
Stay picking up all the slack
Panting out breath yall just collapse,
That…
Be the fact True bringin’ in back,
Call me Chinese the way I’m laying the track
W.I.Z.E.
Act real hard w/ it,
Face get Mased and Scarred w/ it,
Rap-A-Lot for G’s but now my hearts in it.
If rap was a chick the truth and spark of it,
I’ve been beatin’ up the pu$$y before the carpet hit.
Pull cards for heart the cardiologist,
Yall cardiac, they card I yak,
Drunk off yall attack, makin’ me sick yo pardon black,
Meet Joe, straight Pitts - Mr.’s Smith,
lips on my d!ck, I spy another hit,
Orphans best to split,
C’mon Dawes I flip and spit the most incredible sh!t,
Let ‘em rip - like fat b!tches in hip huggers,
You don’t pull weight you cats is d!ck tuggers.
You bug us straight unbearable like D!ck But-kus,
Yall don’t UNDERSTAND like tall and dumb fukkers.
Man f.. all of that just bring in my chorus…
Guess who’s Bizzack,
Stay picking up all the slack
Panting out breath yall just collapse,
That…
Be the fact True stay bringin’ in back,
Call me Chinese how I’m laying the track
Each verse, converse with death so bring hearse,
Teach birth, inverse of steps to sing worse
Uptown baby, J’s and B’s bring déjà vu,
Smoke and got nikked as teen before the truth.
Got spewed, I got you we the chosen few,
Good men to Cruise but yall can’t take the truth,
Mission Impossible got chicks like Thandie New..,
But we aint heard nothing since yall cat’s debut.
Hate to say it but I’m debated, one of the greatest,
Latest playlist features clones scraping my platelets.
In Catholic School I thought the Trinity was the Matrix,
So I debated, let Fish off the hook,
Did want efx confused w/ the Books,
Educate the mass, leave message understood,
And Hammer out the thoughts to make it all good.