キー: G# minor
Verse 1
B
Em
B
D
C#
Virtuoso 1,
3, 4
Burnin' Buddha
You know time's a -passin'
Two, till 80 baby girl you drive me crazy
Still you know I pray
Three, sums and it's sun walk
Four, we gon' hit em with the ball
One, love to all my brothers
Burnin' Buddha
You know time's a -passin'
Two, till 80 baby girl you drive me crazy
Still you know I pray
Three, sums and it's sun walk
Four, we gon' hit em with the ball
B
Em
Two, you lyrical pickpockets
Ridin' on my dick rocket
You know what I spit, shockin' so hard
It's like I stick sockets with a fork
Then metamorph into the human torch
I'm Smokey Reaper, I'm a porch
With the New York police force
I'm three -fourths out to lunch
Half out to dinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm an expert beginner
I'm a saint slash sinner
I'm paint, I'm paint thinner
I'm the only one in my league
There's no contenders
No one to end the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Like a whale's blowhole
The lungs are virtuoso
Stays submerged under
liquid for six hours
It's absurd when I spit with sick power
Every verse is like a syphilis shower
are you gonna stop the juggernaut?
You're not,
cause I'm the juggernaut, bitch
You know I can't be stopped,
so stop talking shit
I'd eat a dick,
and if you're pussy beating chicks
Then you gon' hear the heated click
You spit for the shine,
I shed red from the head
I love rhyming, fuck Simon,
do what Vert says
Americans are idols, then imbible Osama,
stay tearing up your bibles
It's not fair for any rivals
While they stuck on they survival,
I'm rising
Just like a tidal wave,
they're dreading my arrival
It's time to remind you
the tricks that my mind do
So rewind through time,
I just designed a new swine flu
And I'm about to line you up
at the firing range
You'll be retiring, we stay perspiring
You fucking with Mufasa,
falling in the lion's den
I'm high again from rolling up
Rival Flavin and Niacin
I'm piling proteins,
your flow needs virtuoso vitamins
I'm stifling your air flow,
so them chemicals compiling
A pyro in a room
filled with kerosene and a lighter
Then I spark a blackmail like a sharp attack
I rip apart a rapper,
leave him in scraps
You die scrappily ever after, you bastard
Love to all my brothers,
burning Buddha
You know time to pass your truth
To lady, baby, girl, you drive me crazy,
still you know I pray
Some said if son walk wall,
we gon' hit him with the ball
Love to all my brothers,
Vernon, Bruder,
you know time to pass it
To lady, baby, girl, you drive me crazy,
still you know I pray
Some said if son walk wall,
we gon' hit him with the ball
Love to all my brothers,
Vernon, Bruder,
you know time to pass it
To lady, baby, girl, you drive me crazy,
still you know I pray
Some said if son walk wall,
we gon' hit him with the ball
One love to all my brothers burnin' booze,
but you know time to pass it to us
Your lady, baby girl, you drive me crazy,
slid into our crate
Three sums and if son want more,
we gon' hit him with a four
B
Em
I'm Mr. Obi -Wan, two, three at horizontal
Mr. Aquafuck just about any girl I want to
I burn through cheese like fondue,
left on the stove too long, dude
Don't say I didn't warn your crew,
I'm bout to bomb you
This mic's a kamikaze,
the mommies wanna ride me
After this Maserati,
they can't drive a jalopy
This is not a hobby,
get out of the lobby
The game's not hiring,
it's firing, go get a job, B
Your mommy's sly, me,
she got a lot of body
The crew can't get the shotty,
cause dem a gang of botty
Men and we be the botty boy killers
Coal and pow filler, mcgill a gorilla
I spill the funk flow,
the odor tear through the air
Like I ate asparagus pears
then drank Bavarian beer
Put the cherry 70's Chevy in gear
I love your dairy, yeah my dear,
let's clear up outta here
Your man's a queer here
when life give you midgets
Gotta stack em till they big
as Himalayan ridges
I figure I got to watch my riches
Cause I'll be the rap sphinx,
the rhyme and riddle king
And you're not a fly guy,
just look at your little wings
Just look at my fist, the ring's here,
how the pistol sings
Michelin tires couldn't get
a grip on this terrain
I'm gifted as if Christmas came,
and if you miss my name
I miss the stick, my dick,
and Lindsay Lohan's fire
Crotch it till I'm pissin' flames
I got em suicidal, blame it on the rain
I'm poppin' two inside you,
you can blame it on my aim
I can't miss,
I'm like Da Vinci with the canvas
A fat boy with a sandwich,
a wildlife conservationist with pandas
Like Ansel Adams hands on a camera
Like Hitler with the propaganda
I'm cocking hammers
Like carpenters building verandas
And I'm always at an advantage
Like a young Ceres when I brandish
B
Em
This mic in my hand is like rice in Japan
It's bare necessity
A staple in the secret recipe
See, your laws bore me
Cause I've been having orgy since 14
They filled my baby bottle
up with morphine
I cordially invite you to try and
write like a titan
You're more likely to win a headbutt
and fight with a bison
Besides when I begin
Then there's no stopping me
Till I got me a,
what's that name for
running a game?
Monopoly
B
Em
One, love to all my brothers,
Bern and Ruder
You know time to pass it
Two, to lady, baby, girl
You drive me crazy, still get no upgrade
Three, sums and if son walk four
We gon' hit him with the four
One, love to all my brothers,
Bern and Ruder
You know time to pass it
Two, to lady, baby, girl
You drive me crazy, still get no upgrade
Three, sums and if son walk four
We gon' hit him with the four
You
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