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Bizzy Bone ~ Mr. Majesty II


[Crowd cheering] Mr. Majesty: This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime. [Laughs]. [Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin'] Mr. Majesty: Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. 365 I'm live at every angle. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. Mr. Majesty: Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes. Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows. Shouldn't have totell you when it rains wear your coat. It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope. Mr. Majesty: Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for. You can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw. You can steady toughen the law; they'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores. Tuck in your jaw. If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower, sinus flaired to the smallest odor. Tried to get open but just a file folder, next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless death, I'm compound to be a sound souljah. On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava, drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder. Addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures, enlistment predicted to be held over. Hired wired cobras to work front desk, smoke, dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be less. His ploy to decoy the congress, skills, too broke to pay homage. In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate. Had your staff astonished. Precise math, most dominant. Switch. Mr. Majesty: Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish no talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced. Stompin' the housing, crowdin' kids that's pounding playgrounds and courts where small missiles went through. So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse. Raps biggest divorce needs figures. For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth. When the greed mood falls off, the danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft. Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus, not lookin', in a rush, might have been a mascot for I.H.O.P. as human slush. Keep it lower than hush. The diploma for lust and slight comas when I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts. Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush. Mr. Majesty: Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. 365 I'm live at every angle. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. Mr.Majesty: Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes. Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows. Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat. It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope. Mr. Majesty: Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds. The innerraggamuffin', got me bustin' them down. A nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground. Preparering kings. Courtship is now. Ignite torch for sundown. Quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga. This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders. White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November. At the brink of dismay. My eyes will never flicker. Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver. Have no ties to the beginning. Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks. Incentive: soul search the whole earth extensive. Had a low chirp, slow birth in placenta, incubated and escalated to contender. Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on mush. Now sexually molest ovaries, finessed. Locally approach me with respect and royalty - Majesty. " And after this you'll call me 'Your Majesty'" Mr. Majesty: Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence. No talents with instruments, but the choke-hold vocals compensate the difference. Society full of menaces--abnormal residents. Mr. Majesty: It's like I'm floatin'. I think I'm floatin'. Got me open. I guess I'm floatin'. No jokin'. I'm movin' as my words are spoken. A vibe in groovin', lightening movement. I feel so elsuive. more free lyrics

[Crowd cheering] Mr. Majesty: This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime.
[Laughs]. [Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin'] Mr. Majesty: Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle.
365 I'm live at every angle. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. Mr. Majesty: Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes.
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows.
Shouldn't have totell you when it rains wear your coat.
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope. Mr. Majesty: Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for.
You can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw.
You can steady toughen the law;
they'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores.
Tuck in your jaw.
If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower, sinus flaired to the smallest odor.
Tried to get open but just a file folder, next man style holder,
weightless chest a tasteless death,
I'm compound to be a sound souljah.
On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava,
drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder.
Addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures,
enlistment predicted to be held over.
Hired wired cobras to work front desk,
smoke, dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be less.
His ploy to decoy the congress,
skills, too broke to pay homage.
In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate.
Had your staff astonished.
Precise math, most dominant.
Switch. Mr. Majesty: Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish no talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced.
Stompin' the housing,
crowdin' kids that's pounding playgrounds and courts
where small missiles went through.
So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse.
Raps biggest divorce needs figures.
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth.
When the greed mood falls off,
the danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft.
Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus, not lookin',
in a rush, might have been a mascot for I.H.O.P. as human slush.
Keep it lower than hush.
The diploma for lust and slight comas when I bust and then
again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts.
Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush. Mr. Majesty: Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle.
365 I'm live at every angle.
Mental methodical mind,
niggas wanna tangle. Mr.Majesty: Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes.
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows.
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat.
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope. Mr. Majesty: Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds.
The innerraggamuffin', got me bustin' them down.
A nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground.
Preparering kings. Courtship is now.
Ignite torch for sundown.
Quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga. This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders.
White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November.
At the brink of dismay. My eyes will never flicker.
Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks
intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver.
Have no ties to the beginning. Cold fries,
but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks.
Incentive: soul search the whole earth extensive.
Had a low chirp, slow birth in placenta,
incubated and escalated to contender.
Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on mush.
Now sexually molest ovaries, finessed.
Locally approach me with respect and royalty - Majesty. " And after this you'll call me 'Your Majesty'" Mr. Majesty: Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence.
No talents with instruments, but the choke-hold vocals compensate the difference.
Society full of menaces--abnormal residents. Mr. Majesty: It's like I'm floatin'. I think I'm floatin'.
Got me open. I guess I'm floatin'.
No jokin'. I'm movin' as my words are spoken.
A vibe in groovin', lightening movement.
I feel so elsuive.

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