"Flesh Of My Flesh" lyrics
Yeah
We back
You not fuckin' with us
They done woke me up, Goose
Yeah, look, uh
It's still hard to fathom what I've done
Got multi's from lettin' my imagination run
What's mind-blowin' to me is the fact I've just begun, uh (Just begun)
Don't lie 'bout how you done sold pies
Like those guys with that overexaggerated run (Huh?)
These niggas drop they albums, might shoot 'em a text
It's just me, you know, congratulatin' my son (Hahaha)
I'm showtime, like Magic in '81
Immaculate run, just look at the fashion it was done
I shot past the stars, ran laps around the sun
These niggas ain't cut from the same fabric that I'm from (Talk to 'em)
It's go-time, nigga, the G.O.A.T. shine
Like old-timer that sold H back in '81
I don't wanna work with niggas, my collaborations run for the high
You want a verse? You gon' have to pay a sum (Ha)
Lovin' Jae Skeese, GooseByTheWay been goin' dumb
So the game in good hands the day that I say I'm done (DrumWork)
Anybody is next, they gon' have to say the Drum (DrumWork, bitch)
We 'bout to step on they necks
Three classics to my name, let the record reflect (Ha)
The niggas you dick-ridin', it was never a threat
I don't fuck with none of them, they was never the set (Facts)
Them niggas work stepped on, I'm the better connect (Yeah)
And the way that niggas move, I could never respect
You would sell your soul long as you collectin' a check
Nigga, my wrist wet, neck full of special effects
And that bitch you with seen me, 'bout to have her get wet (Hahaha)
I'm really just that boy, what the heck you expect?
Walkin' all over this beat, barely catchin' my breath
It's the Machine, I'm the best of the best
I'm DMX reincarnated, nigga, this is Flesh of My Flesh
Yeah, they done woke me up
Niggas ain't me
Niggas not fuckin' with me
Niggas is my sons, nigga, my kids
My children, nigga
See all that weak shit you niggas doin'
Haha, nice try
Shit don't hit the same though, haha
That shit don't hit, you feel me?
Machine, Daringer
I'm back outside to play, nigga
It's back spooky
The rest of the year is back spooky
I'll show y'all niggas, yeah
We back
You not fuckin' with us
They done woke me up, Goose
Yeah, look, uh
It's still hard to fathom what I've done
Got multi's from lettin' my imagination run
What's mind-blowin' to me is the fact I've just begun, uh (Just begun)
Don't lie 'bout how you done sold pies
Like those guys with that overexaggerated run (Huh?)
These niggas drop they albums, might shoot 'em a text
It's just me, you know, congratulatin' my son (Hahaha)
I'm showtime, like Magic in '81
Immaculate run, just look at the fashion it was done
I shot past the stars, ran laps around the sun
These niggas ain't cut from the same fabric that I'm from (Talk to 'em)
It's go-time, nigga, the G.O.A.T. shine
Like old-timer that sold H back in '81
I don't wanna work with niggas, my collaborations run for the high
You want a verse? You gon' have to pay a sum (Ha)
Lovin' Jae Skeese, GooseByTheWay been goin' dumb
So the game in good hands the day that I say I'm done (DrumWork)
Anybody is next, they gon' have to say the Drum (DrumWork, bitch)
We 'bout to step on they necks
Three classics to my name, let the record reflect (Ha)
The niggas you dick-ridin', it was never a threat
I don't fuck with none of them, they was never the set (Facts)
Them niggas work stepped on, I'm the better connect (Yeah)
And the way that niggas move, I could never respect
You would sell your soul long as you collectin' a check
Nigga, my wrist wet, neck full of special effects
And that bitch you with seen me, 'bout to have her get wet (Hahaha)
I'm really just that boy, what the heck you expect?
Walkin' all over this beat, barely catchin' my breath
It's the Machine, I'm the best of the best
I'm DMX reincarnated, nigga, this is Flesh of My Flesh
Yeah, they done woke me up
Niggas ain't me
Niggas not fuckin' with me
Niggas is my sons, nigga, my kids
My children, nigga
See all that weak shit you niggas doin'
Haha, nice try
Shit don't hit the same though, haha
That shit don't hit, you feel me?
Machine, Daringer
I'm back outside to play, nigga
It's back spooky
The rest of the year is back spooky
I'll show y'all niggas, yeah
Writer(s): Demond Price, Thomas A. Paladino
