1.Vortex Of My Mind (Skit)
2.Keynote Speaker
3.Heads Up
feat. GZA ＆ Jackpot Scotty Wotty
I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas
Tripled off a nickel, ？？？？
Tipped the off blood, money and smoke
And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote
Here on ？ about, stuffing the couch
Making sure that shit is slammed right in your mouth
I'm laying on ？ stuffed them down
Palms got itchy cause my girl ？
Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill
Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills
Open like a market of fleas and from
11-7, son if you copping for trees
And I'm only fucking with 20s and Z's
If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D's
Cause the bank won't stop and the bank won't freeze
A double dose of process and 4 g's
I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right
Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight
Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I'm a journal
I keep the burner tough, deep inside the thermal
And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant
My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant
Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants
And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence
So I can mix it in the pot and watch the ？ melt
A wooden ？ on the block is just a notch on my belt
Or invest in new ？ watch it rock it and sell
When the pockets start to swell, I'm taking that lane
Hit the button doors open like butterfly wings
And the sound ？ on the summertime thing
And we always up to something when the temperature's hot
After now ？？ watch the landing gear drop
Lyrical battles I identify with
I load up and exploit this fly gift
The clip is filled with 16 bars
Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred
The mic booth is bulletproof
？？？ Auto fire from hooded youths
In the darkest area assassin down to bury ya
Decode a message from the fastest carrier
This craft of trade with a sharp blade
Double-edged sword your life in dark fades
Turn murderous rap only means I killed it
Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it
Mic masters Hip Hop's hallmark
The big bang of rap and the center was all dark
Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme
And shine light on the world in the form of art
4.Inferno (Skit)
5.Fire
6.Fame
feat. Styles P
You know it's all about fame
Fame
You know it's all about fame
I'm a winner in my book
Made cuisine, in the kitchen, the fly cook
In the air like a rim in a skyhook
Deaf jock, my left hook
This is easy work
It's the mic mechanics
See the greasy shirt
This is easy perks
Follow two steps dot on the chopper
My bitch know GQ
Manolo boots keep cursin' at the hustlers
How you gonna get loo？
You're cursing at the coarseness
No sales, you better have my cash
The feds don't grab me, I got lots of plans
I need balls, the all star cash
In the leadin roll, call it cruise control
Every day is shakable, everything is payable
No tings in my armor, I'm feeling unbreakable
Swimming through the shark tank
I'm top rank for the
Fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
I'm an all, I draw ink
Resemble war tank, the grass chopper
Spilling up more drink
What would I do, I think of ways to smash'em
Eyes on me, I throw the anthem
Raise that green lantern, in the green fathom,
Joke of the town, don't he love handsome
Your little league, you only made your dad
To take over
I'm passing European checks
Brush you teeth
I'm your early morning toothache
Stop the ropes, this is how I...
Cotton candy, hot sip and brandy
Pass me my suitcase, these skinny fans fruitcake
Listen to the gram when it's mixed with cram
I'm dosing on my ramble
You stoking on my time
From the fowl line back to the huddle
Right tracks on the bullet train
To the shuttle
Fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
Raised by wolves like the book back of Ario
Did a lot of dirt but never would say sorry though
Wild like the lamb boys down in El Barrio
Crimp on the jokes, then you'd better do your cardio
Run to 'em and run from 'em
He's a killer so you can't take his gun from him
He bad coat so his hands feel nothing from him
He's a cold hearted bastard, better dumb dumb him
Probably a 45, my job is making sure
If they violate the big mandalo or shorty ride
Out in there stretching in the ambulance
We ain't left the ham gram
But niggers moving grams on the hand to hand
If I'm talking snow what's the avalanche？
I ain't thinking of rap but catch me in a battle stamp
Yeah it's the ghost motherfucker
Guns rappers and blunts yeah smoke
Motherfuckers
Think Imma rope range
The killer here red bone
Put that on my hash stone
You see the jem stone
Call it in the end zone
Headphones, Dr. Dre, your new sensation
Yeah I got a lot to say
You'd better speak
So misunderstood
Let her speak
The new voice in the hood, never had to hide
Always had the heart keep it simple and sharp
And I land on the sharks for the
Fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
For the fame
7.Skyscraper
8.Heavyweight
Man I'm a .. call em entertainer,
Biggest in the game, money generator
Working style innovator, smash old bounder
He's up in your head, base line keep grounding me
keep us doubt on me, capture the moment,
I'm your most dangerous ..
The good shit, give you a ..
Just thinking the .. like the .. in moments
I just people mold it, got my style in strikes,
My heavy .. and my scars alive,
My anger hit the .. know my bars get tight,
Block cause a woman made my stars in lights,
This heavyweight life with the doughs of real
We .. in the houses in the Hollywood hills,
The God got skills, educated listener
Rap call the W the MC conditioner
Rap fans listen up, we switchin up and resignate,
One man hold me your hands in your mental states
And we need the sinner great, worldwide I captivate
Ieft for a minute, came back like a heavyweight.
Hook：
I got great days under my bell,
Got plenty days under my bell,
'cause we're f＊cking with the heavyweight
Truck f＊cking with the heavyweight, heavyweight.
Truck f＊cking with the heavyweight
F＊cking with the heavyweight.
I grew up hard, my doubts were doubt
Got plenty big days under my bell
Winds from the block with the ..
Stopped too many land, my clan was felt
The grams is hell, but life is good,
Wind from the strip to a righteous dude,
Wind from the strip to ring side seas
Egyptians .. kings I shits,
.. on me chicks, party with puff,
Roll the tour bus to define the cities,
Rock the whole girl, touch the finest titties
Collections of '
Movie stars and I find the days,
Left ' and haze,
Back in the days, got nothing to play with,
Mountain clan, you stay with your playlist,
Shouts to the DJ, the major frame list,
Written in the books with the hall of famous,
Written in the stone next to all the singers,
Thanks to the fans the love you gave us
Hook：
I got great days under my bell,
Got plenty days under my bell,
'cause we're f＊cking with the heavyweight
F＊ck f＊cking with the heavyweight, heavyweight.
F＊ck f＊cking with the heavyweight
F＊cking with the heavyweight.
F＊ck f＊cking with the heavyweight
F＊ck f＊cking with the heavyweight
F＊ck f＊cking with the heavyweight
F＊ck f＊cking with the heavyweight, heavyweight.
9.Colossal Cosmos (Skit)
10.Stars
11.Golden Arms
feat. Ghostface Killah ＆ Raekwon
I keep my third eye twenty-twenty, everything looking sunny
Gods told me, 'nothing move but the money, Money'
Headstrong, backbone, hit them on a batphone
Could there be back home？ Feeling like fresh chrome
Something for your headphone, build the establishment
Quit while you're ahead, save the embarassment
Elect me for president, thought I was irrelevant？
Battled all the elements, overcome their hardships
And struggled with accountants, shit got rocky
I trained in the mountains, now the world is mine
Got us spraying from the fountains, drive by the housing
Reminisce, take a piss, staircase, we made thousands!
We was Park Hill, rugrats, fishermen, thug hats
Five dollar snapbacks, never got no love back,
That's why I sold packs, damn right I stole that!
Granule, hold that, now I want the whole stack
Changed my whole life, now it's rap, ain't no turning back
(Tell, tell) Golden Arms 'maintain the fort'! x4
I'm on a mission, bred from the poorest conditions
Baby fed from the pots from the poorest of kitchens
Got bread in the streets, from the rawest addiction
Made a 180 turn, with the Lord's conviction
Keep the iron to my side, to avoid the friction
With no rap pension the price of living is too high
Two jobs working, this nigga is too tired
No more babies, she needs them tubes tied
Word on the tweets, 'I heard he's a new guy'
'Heard he was too fly', damn maybe we should get scooped by a
new ride
The ghetto's up in flames, think we should calm down
My insides is evil, you in the wrong town
Whatever you want, better watch yourself x2
12.Room Keep Spinning
13.Zilla
14.Get Mine
15.Mt. Everest
I make 'em nod like paedamin
See them live might dive off the mexamine
Ground drama, sound harder than crowd bonkers
I'm 'bout dollars, I touch down in your town, holla
IMS, gladiator, call him Russell Crowe
Son of pro, watch these lame niggas come and go
Blessed with the poison pen, murder was the case so I guess it's
them boys again
Through your duce high, salute eyes, be the general, the last
one to run
I will take all ten of you, I'm feeling myself BK whiling the
belt
Rocking my shit, eyes on the real wealth
Me and Goldie tell 'em it's easy money
Now shorty wanna fuck, that's sleazy, honey
Fame call us, money, it change all us
Get it how you live it or sing the same chorus
The game taught us, nothing in the bank for us
W claim walrus, yeah, we tank for life
Was raised on the island of the misfits
The children of the corn snatch your green with the biscuits
It's what you might call food for thought
And what's the killer season if you don't include the shot
This cross will start a feud and leave your whole mood
distraught
Used to feel safe until they unscrewed vault and
Took your common sense out your memory bank
Then dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks
So homie, drop slow like you in front of five O
'Cause force go in the raw and your back is where the knives go
Ride the attic, hiding silver spoons
Being cut so deep, it's hard to heal the wounds
Those flashing don't blast, they still buffoons
Just blowing on hot air, they should fill balloons
Yo, I like them shorties that'll kill for goons
And start a hustle in an apron to cut wheels and tunes
I want leverage, ice cold beverage
Money I can't count, I blacked out standing on Mount Everest
Live lessons, the cover of essence
It's pure excellence parting right down my measurements
Politic the deficit, fingerprints, no evidence
Cocaine, caviar, hitting on receptionists
Hang with the specialists, go medalist
Presidential grant, eating stakes that's tenderous
Got my brand, catch me in Megan Fox' bed
Cash clock, Gucci, IPad, bag
It's all black, top Nikes, you fat lazies
Riches from rags, cash and diamond faces
Got promoted up, friends up in high places
Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy
Closet full of guns, son, none'
Get off that bullshit, that hip hop faggotry
I'm highbred nigga worth five gravity
Clothes never raggedy, oil painting of me displayed up in
gallery
Capture me, Wu Tang forever, immortality
High salary, blessing from a mother named Valery
And my two sons named Anthony
Racks from stacks, quickly I'm browsing
First class ticket to the moon only cost 50 000
Niggas be doubting, it's understood, I'm running with goons
One of a kind, imported goods, killer the hood
Consume me, Lord, the last time I checked got 50 points in your
voice
Good Lord
16.Tranzform
17.Journey
18.Be Right There
19.Days Of Glory
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