[Chorus]
Sure as this sign of Jesus just sits upon a necklace
The talk reckless, drop the top and test this
Baow, nigga who shot ya'?
Now, that'll shut the whole block down
The tyrants, the giants, the gold and diamonds
American dreams became American drama
Hah, it's like you niggas ain't hear me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedys
[Verse 1]
Turn up some Trap or Die, pour another glass of wine
Sparkling Shiraz, the royalty has arrived
Nail in the coffin, rose in the lapel
The open bar serving Molotov cocktails
Cash cow got milk and silk and pashmina
My Asian bombshell nicknamed "The Hiroshima"
My namе Jay West and her dress just camе off
In the name of safe sex, I fucked her in a bank vault
It's the headbangers bash, became the murder ball
Bought a convertible, put a hurting on y'all, uh
Fucking awesome, tell me where I lost ya
Looking like I stepped off a fucking flying saucer, uh
Freaknik ended 'fore I moved to ATL
Now either me or the world can blow up in 2012, uh
Your little niggas bow down and kiss the ranger
Advise not to sleep on the California king's bitch
[Chorus]
Sure as this sign of Jesus just sits upon a necklace (Uh)
The talk reckless, drop the top and test this
Baow, nigga who shot ya'?
Now, that'll shut the whole block down
The tyrants, the giants, the gold and diamonds
American dreams became American drama
Hah, it's like you niggas ain't hear me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedys
[Verse 2]
A mad man? Uh, I had days where dirt on my collar and tears in my ashtrays
Grandma taught me how to cuss, my father taught me how to pray
Mother taught me when to leave, my girl taught me when to stay
A tangle web is weave, but in spite of these spiders
We just keep it flyer, conspire to inspire
What was me? I wonder if I'm losing time
Chicks often giving brain 'cause they heard that I'm losing mine
I'm Joel Osteen meets Sam Rothstein, until I got lost in these offices
But now I sip gin with a couple ginger [?]
Stains of my offsprings on a bitch buck springs
Welcome to stuntin', where success means excess
And we ain't bunting, we swinging for the fences
Twisted at the end, M. Night Shyamalan
Americana phenomenon, the prima donna don, nigga
[Chorus]
Sure as this sign of Jesus just sits upon a necklace
The talk reckless, drop the top and test this
Baow, nigga who shot ya'?
Now, that'll shut the whole block down
The tyrants, the giants, the gold and diamonds
American dreams became American drama
Hah, it's like you niggas ain't hear me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedys
[Verse 3]
At the funeral, silent tears of my mistresses
A few blue kisses from the lips of Lucifer
Bought some Grey Goose or something? Let the fucking ghetto in
Diamond with the iron fist, giant with the metal hands
A lot of stars and I stepped out of heaven
The final car in a procession of seven
Burn a candle, lit both ends, the Lord knows my sins
If the money's dirty, do we top ten percent?
It's the Planet of the Apes, rise of Caesar
Shook up my soul, sang songs of Jesus
Negro spirituals, poems and hymns
A gun tucked in the Bible belt, rolling on rims
Drip the melting clocks, the Salvador Dalís
We made this the day that Obama caught a body
Did a dance with chance, spinning in the promenade
Angels [?] crucifixes keep me closer to God, [?]
[Chorus]
Sure as this sign of Jesus just sits upon a necklace
The talk reckless, drop the top and test this
Baow, nigga who shot ya'?
Now, that'll shut the whole block down
The tyrants, the giants, the gold and diamonds
American dreams became American drama
Hah, it's like you niggas ain't hear me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedys
[Outro: Jake Troth]
Give me history or give me death
'Cause I've done everything and there's nothing left
(What is it you want from me?)
Give me history or give me death
(What is it you want from me now?)
'Cause I've done everything and there's nothing left
(What is it you want from me?)
Give me history or give me death (Test of the red dress, Angel of the Name)
(What is it you want from me now?)
'Cause I've done everything and there's nothing left (Come down from the heavens, and make it all a rain)
(What is it you want from me?)
Give me history or give me death (Test of the red dress, Angel of the Name)
(What is it you want from me now?)
'Cause I've done everything and there's nothing left (Come down from the heavens, and make it all a rain)
(Rain)
