"Ed Chine" lyrics

Who are you?
Payback's a bitch, motherfucker

Yeah, yeah, it's time
It's terror time, Terry looking terrified
As the blade tear inside ya
Death is so beautiful, the shit left me teary eyed
You's a scary guy
Pussy nigga wearing [?], wouldn't scare a fly
Beware of signs, triple seis
That's triple six in Spanish, we the terror squad
Daringer like Prince Paul on a fast brake
He preparing live
I'm BG thirty two from the dotted line
Flying through the air to glide
Niggas aired the ride
They reside, slumped behind the wheel
Left there to die
I walked out of that, my face paralysed
Still overcame every odd
Selling crack on May Street, early 2000s, that's a scary job
Street shit, rap shit, nigga, I'm still suck in this paradox

In this paradox
Still stuck in this paradox, ah
In this paradox
Still stuck in this paradox, ah

I swear to God it's like reading death on the tarot card
I tear it hard out a nigga chest, nigga, yes, lyrically I'm Pharoahe Monch
I'm very smart and I know the game had white running back, [?]
I don't care how good you can fight, boy, a bullet you can never dodge
A Glock with a thirty clip in the switch
That's the centre like it's Fear of God
I'm Conway the Machine, bitch, but in another life, I was a pharoah, God
I arrived through the ocean waters, standing on the back of a pair of sharks
Drop me off in any era, bet I air 'em all
I ain't being arrogant, I just don't have no fear at all
I will lose my bearings and embarass y'all
Hit his top, knock his cherry off
Brodie air a can like it's an aerosol
I just wanna make it clear to y'all

Yeah
Death becomes you
Death becomes you
Death becomes you
Death becomes you
Death becomes you
Death becomes you
Where you gon' run to?
To
Where you gon' run to?
To
Death becomes you
I am what they make me
I'm your bozo Jesus hung out to dry
With the sins of mankind
Aw fuck
All hail the men behind the respect