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commando - almighty u-sorcerer lyrics

[prologue – almighty u-sorcerer]
*static*
naturally, i’m outta my sanity, scripted
b-st-rds be tripping, sadly convicted
i’m past your opinions, laughing and grinning
perhaps i’m addicted, i’m back in this, b-tches…
*static*

[intro – almighty u-sorcerer]
to the cops, shooting a brother like running first base
rambo used to sell drugs now he in a birdcage
and now that they coming for me, my guns extended
kuzgun, come to quote the raven, no puns intended

[verse 1 – kuzgun]
almighty, that’s the man, though
make a nigga use his verse to go commando
they can’t come for a nigga if i never run out of ammo
i’m sorry, baby, i’m trying to change my ways, but i can’t, hoe
“godd-mn, you an -sshole”, i hope, that’s the alb-m title, b-tch
make way for the nigga that could make waves without jay on some tidal shit
yeah, i’m ginobili with the left hand, and boogie with the left jab, hoe
remember when i had dreams of dropping chavez then dropping castro
my new shit is not decorated in some bling
it’s made of steel, the same type as your f-cking kitchen sink
this “whatever works for y’all” mentality stays hurting y’all
can’t curse me out, the cubs came over the worst of all
i need 9 more arms for all my gold, i’m omar vizquel
f-ck work, that’s for people that don’t know how to fish or use a fishscale
you niggas tried to humiliate me, it’s too late for humility
matter of fact, all of you some f-cking pussies, none of you as real as me
none of you can talk shit about me
matter of fact, i am a god, i’ll make sure you pricks devout, g
you gotta respect the hierarchy, you can’t really k!ll the boss
flow on rosy, a lot of you ain’t ready for my inner thoughts
all i need is for all of you to permanently go to sleep
all i need is happiness, jesus, hoes, and g’s
i’ve been taking pain k!llers
f-ck you talking about, they ain’t with us
that’s the only reason that they hating, bruh
i ain’t get sleep at all, they calling me a day k!ller
proof that you should dread, fear, and regard me as holy
matter of fact, i pledge i’ll f-ck up shit and make the prestige
just dropped all the track titles on one verse, still got it
i dropped 5 clues to when my real shit dropping
no one could could’ve done that shit better
matter of fact, y’all got until july 28th to get your shit together

[bridge – 2pac (sampled)]
who’s afraid of the punk police?
niggas run the streets, no justice, no peace
f-ck the law, rather draw than do time
don’t f-ck with mine, cross the line

[verse 2 – almighty u-sorcerer]
cross the line and i get the 30 clip, brandon b-ss
me and kuz like the bulls in the 90’s, go back to back
shit, call me tim duncan, clowning niggas from the bench
catch me in the summer league balling, that’s ot, sudden death
coming with the heat, bam adebayo, no chance of survival
attacked on arrival, you patched, vitiligo, ugh
laugh at my rivals, left hand on the rifle
right on the bible, everything that you write is recycled
i go commando, nigga, call me john matrix
give your b-tch a boo-boo, niggas called the park rangers
this menace pulled up in a phantom, feel like ’99 is back
plus my 9 is strapped, surprise party turned to surprise attack
no interruption, i’m electric, i’m a closed circuit
that b-tch had on cinderella heels, she got me sole searching
all this time you gon’ waste, you behind in the race
the times you been played, career dead, lie in a grave
deciding your fate, lines you could say, rhymes you can make
ride in a wraith, go to the jeweller, find you a chain
chain snatched at a concert, go call your insurance agency
you be acting as innocent as suburban caucasians be
first impression what niggas second guess, now they second best
mj in ’98, shooting shit with 5 seconds left
shit, y’all was watching brady bunch, i just sold a gram of cindy
my niggas drinking so much, they gon’ need to transplant a kidney
july 28th, the young raven gon’ punish the fakes
gun to your face, yeah, i’m cool but my brother’s insane
the stakes are high like i smoked a pound at the outback
i be turnt up even when i make no sound, got the loud pack
empty the clip on you, rocket got 0 like aaron brooks
i sonned all of you niggas don’t talk to me about parenthood
all i do is drill, drill, we got that fire control
chopper put a newborn in a retirement home, gang

[outro – pastor t.l barrett & the youth for church choir (sampled)]
i tried to tell the white man
(nobody, nobody, nobody)
but he could not understand
(nobody, nobody, nobody)
i tried to tell the black man
(nobody, nobody, nobody)
but he refused to take my hand
(nobody, nobody, nobody)

- almighty u sorcerer lyrics

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