Opera [Explicit]
Cyne
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A fight grimy
Gray smoke, young folk behind me
Stool pigeon mocked, got shot untimely
Nine miles and running, he only had another left
Say, "Hello, alien. Glad to meet you, Brother Death"
We are metropolis united and we here for
Beige, white, green, red, Bill Warner, Hector
Jenny from the block, Vanessa on the hilltop
Keisha got knocked up, black girl lost shit
Enforce it, oversee laws and endorse it
Run away, so, yo, I don't give a horse shit
I'm the man with the master plan
Not hiring, smiling faces in demand, y'all
Pay-per-view special, Brokeback, a dead jew
Surround sound hatred, wait and get an earful
We all need a brand, don't we all need a hand?
I'm suicide on shit we born, elephant and
Grab your binoculars, we're going to the opera
Resident alien, where's Jimmy Hoffa?
Tupac Amaru, black vote in memoriam
Escape them now, go scream in public
Suicide kings reign, hope on apocalypse
The doctor say, "Pull it," but the family stay stopping it
Sky so blue, but the water looking ominous
The monster in the deep in the closet and it's pondering
That nigga went to jail, but he kissing on Michael
Swear he a Muslim, but he still read The Bible
Shit so confused like top breaking news
How we go from genocide to Jolee Baby Blues?
No priorities, so the story boring me
Fuck a damn terrorist, I'm harboring the authorities
Red and blue lights in my mirror and every night
Stay, stay in the car, car blind by the flashlight
All up in my shit, goddamn, you's a bitch
You better write me a fucking ticket
Grab your binoculars, we're going to the opera
Allegret beautiful, fuck Paris Hilton
Trust fund babies got beats and they rhyme, too
With no imagination, we are hip hop
Now, I'm Bigga Thomas, live on the set, drinking Evian
Still new, director yell, "Cut! Why your panties on?"
"Quit, Belladonna. We only need a couple takes"
So we got high, I blew heaven on her pretty face
And these are the breaks for all who relate
To this tragedy of state, a dull bitch can make you
Lose all juice, dog, you was once native
Not even thought protagonist save him
Hallmark cards, blunt set scars they gave him
Religion like crack, musical clap that made him
All weak, softy asleep, need coffee
Go back to killer (Killer), shh, softly