mr. majesty ii
Singer:bizzy bone
this is mr. majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th sign regime
thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
365 i'm live at every angle
everybody knows 7th sign got the hoes
everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
it's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope
manipulatin' metaphors i take full credit for
you can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw
you can steady toughen the law;
they'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores
if your confidence is lower
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tried to get open but just a file folder
weightless chest a tasteless death
i'm compound to be a sound souljah
drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder
addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures
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hired wired cobras to work front desk
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his ploy to decoy the congress
in a craft he shows his ass
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where small missiles went through
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might have been a mascot for
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thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
365 i'm live at every angle
everybody knows 7th sign got the hoes
everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
it's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope
a nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground
quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga
this biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders
white lies turn shades of gray like skies in november
my eyes will never flicker
got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks
intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver
have no ties to the beginning
but i've put in work for dessert and dinner
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now sexually molest ovaries
locally approach me with respect and royalty - majesty
and after this you'll call me your majesty'"