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Correct Jakobz Ladder (Featuring Cage From Smut Peddlers) Lyrics
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For the filthy mineral deposits in the lower left section of my thoughts, I put myself on a pedestal and piss on you Yo Yas... Bobby... Axel... Every lyric's a spirit trapped in a mic leaving it haunted So I drop it like my last breath left depended on it You can trap me in a sound proof vocal booth or record me I'm sicker than Aids patients that are involved in an orgy I make you nervous I was put on this planet for one purpose To punish any man who walks on the earth's surface A dangerous wordsmith prayin' for you to stop me I can face the world like Kadafe, watch me Yas and Bobby combination like fire and ice I can have one time and send you back to your past life Possessed by poltergeist, half ghost, half man We keep this classic like krs-One's battle with Shan [Chorus:] This is my world, my life just let me live it This is my name, my time, sky's the limit Ha, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya They all fall down trying to climb Jakobz Ladder This is my world, my life just let me live it This is my name, my time, sky's the limit Ha, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya They all fall down trying to climb Jakobz Ladder Eating so many psychotropics Mr. Hopeless sees flesh Put a load in em ush into my face and tease death Manic, depressive, depressed and I'm manic Never been called a devil, and I'm really Satanic Multiple personalities in different blooms Semi-conscious half-naked s***s in feared rooms Try em all on through percaset in the coke After the weapon has smoked, digging the comp for the dope Pushed the 318 ti and a dip ci to Vegas Like a once whore then a pharmaceutical hiatus Hit us all day, gun shots in the hallway Life's a fucking bag, my afternoons are all dog days Grip still, save me up in this love in merely We're ok, after a long day of clubbin sills Nothing feels like reality this ain't helping Called bush wick Bill and which eye should I shoot myself in [Chorus:] Turn the brain up into fame fuck em and start scenes Leave you in the basement like the Wendy's in Queens Oops I left one alive Have a number 5 then return downstairs for human hide Brutalized mcs in an alphabetic format Cuz I'm the reason scientists should explore rap Trap myself inside of a cage with a blank page And write a paragraph so fast it leaves time delayed I brought a ghost to your seance, for the purpose to see your pain Tryin to get in touch with myself, but I'm trapped in this human frame Shatter my own booth, to escape worse than a spirit full of rage I'm not a real person, I'm a lyric with its own brain This is my world, my life just let me live it. This is my name, my time, sky's the limit. Ha, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya They all fall down trying to climb Jakobz Ladder This is my world, my life just let me live it. This is my name, my time, sky's the limit. Ha, abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya They all fall down trying to climb Jakobz Ladder This is my world, my life just let me live it This is my name, my time, sky's the limit Ha, abracadabra, cuz trouble never sleeps Forget about your stress, and live your life in peace
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