I'm out my mind, I'm out my mind yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mid yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mind yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mid yeah
He really wicked yeah he really with it
He really wicked yeah he really with it
He really wicked yeah he really with it
F*ck is up with these rap niggas
These Niggas always wanna know what's his story
Know the world history
And my mystery
Is written with the same pen
Sword mighty
Might sever your arm and your leg
Leg arm and your head
Praise ALLAH
Walla
Dem nuh speak patwa
Reigning with my Shottas
Brian storming Chakras
Nigga I gotta
Pop a lock to
Fly like Muhammad Atta
Niggas always pop a lot of
Shit but
Will be pissed when I flock a flocker
Make em wanna get they guns flock the blocks
Looking for the Casablanca
Blaka blaka
Hit em with the Chaka
Cons coming for my crown chakra
F*ck is on your noodle
Coming at the top rhymer
Osama
I Rap em up no problem
Oh problems
Dem nuh wun em
Burner in my denim
Max dun em
Le-nox done gunned dem
Kill dem pussywhole fi fun Dem
Now dem won't come back to Harlem
Come back to haunt them
Come back to Slauson
I relax and relapse
On what I'm used to living
The truth is hidden
Embedded in ghetto youth
And villains is governmental
They try to govern your mental
Cement you
To blocks to cook up rocks
Rocking with the rappers who raping in rentals
Backs to the ghetto
Pass out the memo
These niggas Finessing the essence
They presence should perish
Call him a medic
Oh shit
Left his wig split
Wanna hear some real shit
Make it out the projects
Come back and build shit
Spread knowledge and split dollars
And niggas will follow
A lone survivor I'm living with trauma
Leaders we need a lot of
Cuz there's a lot of niggas
Who claim they iller rhymers
And getting dollars
But really novice
And live with they mamas
Nigga
Stop lying nigga
If you lived it
You would understand
More money is more power
More power breed more problems
More hoes gon' wan swallow
More rappers gon' die
That means more caskets more flowers
Lead showers
For that money, power, respect
Talkin out your neck
Get G checked
TruRebel Migs - 7 Temples (feat. Moxley) Lyrics
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I'm out my mind, I'm out my mind yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mid yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mind yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mid yeah
He really wicked yeah he really with it
He really wicked yeah he really with it
He really wicked yeah he really with it
F*ck is up with these rap niggas
These Niggas always wanna know what's his story
Know the world history
And my mystery
Is written with the same pen
Sword mighty
Might sever your arm and your leg
Leg arm and your head
Praise ALLAH
Walla
Dem nuh speak patwa
Reigning with my Shottas
Brian storming Chakras
Nigga I gotta
Pop a lock to
Fly like Muhammad Atta
Niggas always pop a lot of
Shit but
Will be pissed when I flock a flocker
Make em wanna get they guns flock the blocks
Looking for the Casablanca
Blaka blaka
Hit em with the Chaka
Cons coming for my crown chakra
F*ck is on your noodle
Coming at the top rhymer
Osama
I Rap em up no problem
Oh problems
Dem nuh wun em
Burner in my denim
Max dun em
Le-nox done gunned dem
Kill dem pussywhole fi fun Dem
Now dem won't come back to Harlem
Come back to haunt them
Come back to Slauson
I relax and relapse
On what I'm used to living
The truth is hidden
Embedded in ghetto youth
And villains is governmental
They try to govern your mental
Cement you
To blocks to cook up rocks
Rocking with the rappers who raping in rentals
Backs to the ghetto
Pass out the memo
These niggas Finessing the essence
They presence should perish
Call him a medic
Oh shit
Left his wig split
Wanna hear some real shit
Make it out the projects
Come back and build shit
Spread knowledge and split dollars
And niggas will follow
A lone survivor I'm living with trauma
Leaders we need a lot of
Cuz there's a lot of niggas
Who claim they iller rhymers
And getting dollars
But really novice
And live with they mamas
Nigga
Stop lying nigga
If you lived it
You would understand
More money is more power
More power breed more problems
More hoes gon' wan swallow
More rappers gon' die
That means more caskets more flowers
Lead showers
For that money, power, respect
Talkin out your neck
Get G checked
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mid yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mind yeah
I'm out my mind, I'm out my mid yeah
He really wicked yeah he really with it
He really wicked yeah he really with it
He really wicked yeah he really with it
F*ck is up with these rap niggas
These Niggas always wanna know what's his story
Know the world history
And my mystery
Is written with the same pen
Sword mighty
Might sever your arm and your leg
Leg arm and your head
Praise ALLAH
Walla
Dem nuh speak patwa
Reigning with my Shottas
Brian storming Chakras
Nigga I gotta
Pop a lock to
Fly like Muhammad Atta
Niggas always pop a lot of
Shit but
Will be pissed when I flock a flocker
Make em wanna get they guns flock the blocks
Looking for the Casablanca
Blaka blaka
Hit em with the Chaka
Cons coming for my crown chakra
F*ck is on your noodle
Coming at the top rhymer
Osama
I Rap em up no problem
Oh problems
Dem nuh wun em
Burner in my denim
Max dun em
Le-nox done gunned dem
Kill dem pussywhole fi fun Dem
Now dem won't come back to Harlem
Come back to haunt them
Come back to Slauson
I relax and relapse
On what I'm used to living
The truth is hidden
Embedded in ghetto youth
And villains is governmental
They try to govern your mental
Cement you
To blocks to cook up rocks
Rocking with the rappers who raping in rentals
Backs to the ghetto
Pass out the memo
These niggas Finessing the essence
They presence should perish
Call him a medic
Oh shit
Left his wig split
Wanna hear some real shit
Make it out the projects
Come back and build shit
Spread knowledge and split dollars
And niggas will follow
A lone survivor I'm living with trauma
Leaders we need a lot of
Cuz there's a lot of niggas
Who claim they iller rhymers
And getting dollars
But really novice
And live with they mamas
Nigga
Stop lying nigga
If you lived it
You would understand
More money is more power
More power breed more problems
More hoes gon' wan swallow
More rappers gon' die
That means more caskets more flowers
Lead showers
For that money, power, respect
Talkin out your neck
Get G checked
Writer: David Moxley
Copyright: Lyrics © TruRebels, TRUREBELS, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © TruRebels, TRUREBELS, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave