Guillotine

By MaLLy

On Strange Rhythm

Released on November 5, 2013

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[Verse 1]

I know a little bit, but I don’t know much

Let me sit back, chit chat, and throw a little punch

I ain’t comfy ‘til I see a couple millie on deck

It’s on, feel grown, got nigga-prone stress

Figured out bigger routes in this life change

The drive is crazy, swerving in a tight lane

To the world is what I present

Was born with these good genes, I ain’t cop from thrift

Got it down, but I don’t got it down so I ride around

And the shit on my brain is not a crown

They fiend for the presence, reach for the gift

Beg for a feature, leech for the dick

Now breathe, and you can blow it all out

I’m tryna to put it all in 'til your guts fall out

The result in this world if you bubble too much

Roll a L, Let the M, throw the Ws up mufucka


[Hook]

Awwww Awwww

Didn't you knock? Didn't you knock?

Ohhh yes you did!

Awwww Awwww

Didn't you knock? Didn't you knock?

Ohhh yes you did!


[Verse 2]

Yo, M-a-capital-capital-one-y

Controlled by the substance, fuck you wanna try?

Let your mind live a little, take a little depth

I crawled and all right before I took a little step

That’s advice in all rights that I think you could borrow

Looking for the truth’s a huge pill to swallow

Welcome to the Matrix, I been there

Mirrors everywhere, I look and I’m still tryna face it

Really ill, quils, Benadryls

The cute girls kiss him, miss him, and it kills

You know, the co-mission, go-gettin’

We seven deep so you won’t miss 'em

I’m the heir but they don’t listen

Did he really mean that? Uh huh!

Swing for the head, guillotine rap, slippin’

Never in cold weather with bean hats

Got on by getting off dope what a relapse

Skin brown with a white collar and green pockets

Thoughts to a bitch, flip up obscene objects

I ain’t mean it in the sense of a woman

It’s really for the few who mad they number-one ‘em

Book smart, slum wit, took art with tongue spit

Widened the network, tightened up circumference

Jokers, I know y’all bluffing

Like you'll metamorph into a lion or something

Y’all fronting

And all the stakes is high

To the wackness you know that I can’t comply mufuckas

I’m top-shelf class real mufuckas

My liver probably dead, a whole new color

So butter, smooth, no fuck ups

Yo what’s up, I feel good, be proud of the brotha

I love those who get it and love it, piss in public

Both of my nuts in clutches mufucka


[Hook]