Thomas A. Anderson Lyrics

Walk on, walk on this land with me

And walk this lonely land with me

Help of almighty God I know, I know I'm not alone

Pray to God, I'm like Jesus back with the safety off

I'll never take a loss, I'm too fly like two planes taking off

There's a murder scene, cops taped it off there's a body in the back and his face is off

Yeah, he paid the cost, he went against the odds and he faced a boss

Sting like a flick from a twisted cloth when it impacts your skin and lifts it off

Don't piss me off, brudda no Wahalla I will let the pistol off like a persistent cough

I am not ill, I am full blown sick, I am not well

That mean anybody can get it, I'm indiscriminate with it

If I put it in your hand you couldn't pop Shells, uh

Oops, I'm the man again

Blowe, oops, you're a mannequin

Yeah, I'm back again, I got plans again man's trying to get into heaven with a bag of sin

Big .45 cannon in my hand again, they won't let the man dem in unless I hand it in

You plan to blow the spot, I plan to blow you out the spot that you're standing in

Handling mine with a hammer in my hand and I'm in a bad mood, Anne Boleyn

I'll batter these fake Tony Slattery's playing the role when there's only one Mandarin

I'm active again, back in the game

And it's exactly the same, jack shit has changed

I'm like a slap in your face, back in your lane

Now that I'm rapping again, man isn't safe

Bun man from the inside out as I eat MCs like Canibus

I'm not bragging it's the truth I'm an antagonist

This anarchistic man is a masochist

I'm not a pacifist, don't know what passive is

It's not an act, I'm an actual activist

Activate real mode for the fantasists that can't come round here where the man dem is

Better come up with some new plans

Two birds in the waist band, that's two cans

Have you like Lil' Wayne, kiss the bird man

Merk man in third man, the first man to learn man returned here to earth man

Romanticists romanticise

Can't walk the talk But plan to fly

I'll clip your wings, you plan to live, I plan to die

let's get it in, I see the bitch in you, hermaphrodites

Bo

Riddick

You lust what you can't have innit

Then lust turn to envy, then envy to jealousy then you see

Why they put out so much Hennessy

Cause violation equals mess and always wanting more will always equal less

And disrespecting the unwritten boundaries between man'll certainly always equals stress

You can scream, you can shout and beat your chest

When we leave you believe we'll leave a mess

Relieve your breath, we'll leave you leaking red

You'll see the reaper next, there ain't no cheating death

I don't waste breath or waste time

Waste paper, waste rhymes on waste man

Don't waste mine, you waste of space, waste guy

Total waste of space time

What's certainly certain is that I'm certified I used to work for guys

Who hurt the guys who owed money to the earner guys

Man can't talk to me about earning stripes

I got PTSD from earning mine plus bipolar and ADHD for mine

Cause of the madness I've got to see it in mine

I've seen people die, too many people died

Now I find it hard to sleep at night traumatised and tormented by demons

I walk the line between peace and vengeance I see the light but there may not be peace tonight

There's a fine line between hell and divine light

Darkness is infinite, light is finite

And can't exist without darkness

So that must mean that life begins after you die, right

Wow, that escalated quickly, must be the psych meds moving sickly

Forgive me, my twisted soul's in control It's risky to tip me, Bill Bixby

I'm green with rage, I see the way they present me they're green with envy

They're mad that I'm back when they tried to sink me It hurts It's a fact they cannot fuck with me

Lyrically, spiritually or physically if it's beef, your only hope is to clip me

But hit me and don't kill me in your history

Straight in the hole, that's short of whiskey, Blowe

Romanticists romanticise

Can't walk the talk but plan to fly, I'll clip your wings

You plan to live, I plan to die Let's get it in

I see the bitch in you hermaphrodites

Yeah, you know what fucking time it is

If anybody wants me, I'll be sat on the throne

Want that shit back? You're gonna have to prise my fucking corpse off of it

Haha, Wordlife's the gang MUD is the the fam

As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson

It seems that you've been living two lives