Dead Bent

Ooh, you're like the sun

Chasing all of the pain away

When you come around, you bring brighter days

She told me, you're the perfect one

Me and you forever will be

He told her, I will rock this microphone ... always!

I hold the mic, like niggaz hold their girls tight

But I ain't after her, probably your Acura pearl white

The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it?

To be specific more times than dimes in a briz-nick

When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick

At the Garden, true, that's the god in me, pardon you

Jeepers! I was torn back, the hoe gained access to my beeper

Call back my secretary gatekeeper

Like I ain't peep her, I said, "Darling you was stupid though

You know the Super Villain ... hoe!"

I had this style ever since I was a child

I got this other style I ain't flip in a while, it goes:

Pure scientific intelligence, with one point of relevance

MC's whose styles need Vellamints

And once the smoke clears, tell 'em it's

The Super motherfucking Villain, nigga came through raw like the elements

On 99 plus one of them

And with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him

When we with y'all, we had tons of fun

Me and my duns and them

Actual true and living sons of them

Dead planets and God-U's

Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you's

Fool, and won't feel remorse for shit

Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits

Scientific gone bezerk like Red Alert

I really wanted to pick up was [?] for cheddar dirt

The funniest experiments is where I went

Obviously dead bent, and spent every red cent

To rule you, and still drop more jewels than schools do

Or even TV news that's designed to fool you (who?)

Yeah you, who hear the most grimy suggestions

From brothers with fly names and I.D. questions

That's a Secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible

Them's not ready yet for the incredible

Team of MC's who broke off fakes

Who thought they were slaughta proof

Stomping through like North Face waterproof

Tat-tat, at the end of that

After hit the bar where baby girl bartender at

I told her more wine, mingling with no single mentions of

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