MUTE (Chopped & Screwed) Lyrics

Yah

Yah

Yah

Techniques to weight thin

When the techs get lifted we technically plague men

It wanes, hens, chickens still get baked then, you could say by slain men

Erase '10 and 09 too

My past, present, purgatory and go lines move

More white in my socks than the 'go ball team too

Snowball effect of offspring, truth,

All our seeds doomed, all these scenes cue

The brick moon landing visual spirit of Stanley too

Foenem all ghosts full of murder stories, truth

Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body

Body who?

R.I.P. Prodigy my body you

G-Hosts like coke lines, glue war stories and Mobb ties

Together forever

Tuxes illustrious in guts bitch, buss a move

Don't move or I shoot

You reach I teach I beat you geeked I see you freak you seek I deplete

But never defeated, sped niggaz bleak every verse weak

Yet the meek shall inherit the earth, what a cheat

How we flirt with death enough skirt to flee

The murder scene unless they heard our dreams a herd of beams resurfacing

Cookin opps like Forman war galore in the DeLorean

I'm more Ali than Mormon into gore when

More bodies get caught than Saudi

Arabia I'm blazing her a maze of drugs inhale the pale in us

Invisible apparitions criminal MAC-in10tions

The literal ghost of Machiavelli poppin out the MAC-11

Blast the weapon. cash I'm gettin, dash I'm resting, dad she blessing

But never stressing a grin for the deadly 7 with mafia henchmen

A medley of grim reapercussions when the trumpets steadily sound you off to Heaven

Yuh

Are you dumb?

You'd never love again

All you can feel is pain and sorrow