Soul Eternity
Mr. Keep that Master Kushner body.
I am.
Mr. Buckshot's love.
I am.
Mr. R, Furry Reflection.
Mr. Cool Joe, Black Club Big.
D.S.
Rubber, no stars, no stripes.
With the back, go chew it.
Where I'm from, it ain't all hype.
Ice cream and cake.
Northwest Atlanta Chapel.
Roll, pimp, and move your place.
Am I where I stay now?
But it could be better.
Hating this clowns than one.
to see me with no child make me want to get the forever and
some don't call and leave a song bitch rather than a aqua fall
Had to crawl, even though I walked the bus.
My grass, I'm still a dick.
But you should have seen me in my prime.
A troubleshooting hoe.
Magnet boss jack on the loose.
No colors, no game.
That's the real G claiming truth.
Now that's what it do.
And that's what the penicillin's for.
Oh, for this motherfucker, it's that little real.
Your life on your grill.
Deep food still ain't learned yet.
All right, now badger feel.
Rappers get more respect.
I am.
I am Mr. T.W.
I am
Mr. Buckshot Slug, I am Mr. R for we have passed.
This a buckshot smug, semi-automatic
What you gots to know about being out here in these trenches?
Really listen.
But he brought his rope to a deep fight And rhinos and black talents turn up
It's like night, night, tight.
Now you're chasing waterfalls.
Sloths mean nothing, but they don't want to test these balls.
They small, the risk is selling smoke.
If they don't get took out first.
Bop, bread, pussy, and dope I am Mr. Koocho Good Club Goodie I am
mr keep that master kiss your body i am mr box
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Before him, you saw me go teeth and dreams.
Man, I was trappin' on wax.
Way before them speeds Better do your homework Album one, soul food
on Sesame Street with their work while he is in school.
But it's cool.
It's
Cause trendsetters trendset.
They reinvent themselves and always change.
I said on that.
So if you can't stand the heat, get up out.
the kitchen.
Even if I flop, I still murk your fucking bitch.
Blindfolded, hog-tied, cigarette in my mouth.
G-Marble, fake rap, brutal.
to Japan from the south before we came out with none of y'all screaming
Now you're reppin' to the bullets Like on every song But at the end of the day
And the rest of the other places.
Mr. Keep that Master Kistler body.
I am.
Mr. Buckshot Slug.
I am.
Mr. Furman the Fat.
It's on!
