Correction Paroles Do I Come Off? par Godfather Don

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Ah yeah, another fat one, yeah yeah, uh
You know how it is, Godfather in effect, uh
Just lay a little somethin' down right quick

The mortician to set weak styles to analyse
My darkness spans the skies, horizons; I vandalize
Realize and recognize the essence in your presence
Cryptic shit creeps through helo glass like the presses
The Father's blessing, marks the session, park the Wesson
Niggas are baffled can't forgettin' that your heart's stressin'
The fakeness, fallacies can't contest in it
Through the, men move a mile, I bend to ya
Blasphemous tracks to get ill like they're cancerous
I split, destroy atoms keep on 'til you answer us
Who rocks mics and drops like, a betamax?
Killer Christian; lyric incisions like I ate a axe
Ventricles, get pounced and bounced when I design
Disasters for fakes like, tumours that's benign
When I rhyme; it's holocaust, front lines remain deaded
Punks find the name shredded
To hell; where your fame's headed
I said it, embedded clips in the biscuit
Awww shit, button your lip, don't even risk it

[Hook x4]
"Do I come off?"
"Do I come off?"
"Yep"

Check it out

Parlor my emotions, pots of ill
Chemical mixers, produce elixirs
Like burnt flesh and still fixtures
The ill scriptures are catastrophic when I drop it
You can't stop it, my optics see many topics
Death becomes those who challenge ill killers
Who still fill the deal with lyrical cap peelers
Embrace the epitaphs then leave, with lungs bleeding
Core pustules leading me to cadavers I be eating
Seeping purple haze, black dust and PCP be on my TV
Late night like, our hoes are real needy
See we don't have stuff like satnotes and Stratocasters
The MAC will gash you, down underground that's disaster
As the blaster, cools off from knockin' crews off
Me do raw, my dance step will burn your f*ckin' boots off
I'm lost in mazes, pages become adrips and faces
Words and spaces become traceless
You can't catch what you can't see, so you lost
Now I'm off, with blood and guts drippin' from my jaws

[Hook x4]
"Do I come off?"
"Do I come off?"
"Yep"

Ahhh, for the '95, check it out

Who can stand the reign of the wreck that's been selected?
The past from us fall, from hot shells that's been ejected
Direct hit, chest wide open like a sewer
Fumes elevate 'cause loose bowels produce manure
You can't fake moves, I take crews like you in millions
The stress I set forth, is the fear that you're revealin'
Your feelings get touched like Dutch and Luciano
Devil the level the ghetto like Roules Guiliano (Rudy Guiliani?)
The reverse of evil in the flesh that's blessed to test your stamina
Bash, bruise and damage ya, flash like a camera
And no one knows who laid waste in God's face
I got rhymes that elevate the dark space
You just mad nigga, you only know curse words
Verb disperse herds and blow up your f*ckin' nerves
Shakin', all over the court and moves you're makin'
Are unsure, in warfare you tore hairs fakin'
You can't hide, ill arts and deicide
I explode from the inside
Your dome levels like a faucet of course it
Comes from one, who done lost it, for raw shit
Two steps left to death, it gets blacker, you break like a cracker
As thoughts of Lord attack ya, now who backs ya?
On the real, we all wanna live
So who got love and life to give?

[Hook x8]
"Do I come off?"
"Do I come off?"
"Yep"

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