Michaelangelo

We'll gonna do this when we feel ready
Ayo (grrt)
The luxurious, the notorious (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Ayo, jugglin' the stars with the moons and the sun
Dice game, praying to the heavens I don't throw a one
Raekwon with Elmos Supreme fiends
Baby TEC in the faulty four jeans, yo
Shot up the whole scene (brrt), fur on the monster bed
Layin' next to the stove, I gotta bag
Twelve-twelve, fingers on cramped, grab the pipes by the lamp, yo
Buy five, you get a pie free, the suede Land Rover
Hand over the grams, yo, yo, I'm dancin' over pots
Remix like Jermaine Dupri, we keep it in the family
My seed marry his seed, wedding a hundred G's
I sold my soul for a hundred ki's
Told the bitch, "You can't fuck for free (can't fuck for free, bitch)
Bitch, you lucky (the almighty)"
Told the bitch, "You can't fuck for free (too glamorous)"

Look, I'm too gutter on the beats
Flow is so disgusting plus I'm just a motherfuckin' G
Know a nigga hit a lick, he robbed a sucker for a ki
He sniffed half, sold half, and blew the money in a week, damn (talk to 'em)
Trust me, it get ugly in these streets
If your hustle ain't discreet, get gun-butted in your sleep
Like, "Nigga wake up
And nigga, don't you motherfuckin' speak, open that safe up
Take all the money, fill that pillowcase up" (hurry up)
I ran it up, I got my cake up
I'm usually in New York City, I'm fuckin' BAPE up
When I ain't on satellite fuckin' Shade up
All you radio niggas need to wake up
Flex need to call me so Hot 97 can get sprayed up
I got drums, nigga, I promise you I ain't humble
I don't give a fuck, 'cause my gun work, plus I can rumble
Boy, you just a rapper, if I don't like you, I might punch you
In the motherfuckin' face for no reason just 'cause I want to
I ain't playin' with these niggas, I promise you that
It's time to spray it at these niggas, bet, I'ma do that (brrt)
You niggas doors get kicked down, mamas get smacked
Shooter palming the MAC, you tried to attack, you gotta get clapped
The black Jeffery Dahmer is back
Matter fact, I'm Machine Gun Black mixed with Geronimo Pratt
Blatt, a youngin' run down on you niggas, hit you in your top and your back
It's The Machine, bitch

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth
And the earth was without form, and void
And darkness was upon the face of the deep
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters
And God said