Mystery Machine ft. T Clipse Lyrics

Man I'm trudging my feet through the valley of death

I think I met my fate

But the bitch could have a fatter ass

Flabbergasted, slow down kid this is pure magic

Have you dangling by your neck

And leave you walking backwards

Spark up, man where the backwoods?

I don't recognize this place

Why'd I take the backroads?

Slow down, ho ho ho in the cut

Man these times is treacherous

Man these times is getting tough

Laying like a snail in cut I precipitate luck

You and against my army

Nigga huh good luck

I wouldn't go there if I where you

Like a ghost in the basement

This the matrix

Only difference is that I hit the pavement

Not too complex to understand

But yet so amazing

God speed my whip leave you blazin'

Yeah leave you blazin'

Leave you blazin'

Yeah

I been keeping the peace

Niggas dying cross the street I gotta keep me a piece

Three's on the feet, some tea a beat it keep me complete

They preaching I sleep that shit was cheeks I peeped the release

Paint the picture like Kahlo

Better keep yo eyes closed when I do my Susano

Feed a man for life then he gotta learn bout pescado

They told me that this road would be hard and I told em I know

On my own they moving treacherous

Slam a pussy nigga through a table like I'm wrestling

Plottin' like a villain I ain't get a chance to settle in

Woulda got away if it wasn't for you meddling kids

Sensei passed it got scooby snacks

Had a show this morning looking at us they like who is that

Shorty threw it back and she like how I maneuver raps

I'm the coolest cat niggas turning into sewer rats