Armani Of York - Fade To Black lyrics

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Verse One:I'm bendin' beats like this plasticI'm one of the smartest, Mr. FanstasticRegardless of the fact you ass and lame backwardsRunnin' for the cash your game is out of fashionYou Atari in this bitchI'm probably getting' rich from these downtown shipmentsIn the back countin' cash cuz this cash is my businessPraise to Amun-Ra my witnessUntil I go down to meet OsirisAnd I'm still countin' names on my hitlistPop 'em one at a time like bitchesMy sheet and my pillow game viciousLight that pussy up dawg like ChristmasThe kiss of death is best taken with the swishasNew age comin' so it's death to the fishEnd of the world so you best make a wishChorus:Fade to Black? No chance countin' paper stacksI'm boss, spittin' major rapsYou lost in the struggle so you'll fade to blackFade to blackVerse Two: And I will assassinate the dead presidentsCuz this passion, fate, and intelligenceIs a combination that can't be stoppedObamanating up and down the blockYou probably hatin' but you lost in thoughtsConfused by the rules the sum of what life can costI'm free like a summer ride, ride in a PorscheSmokin' weed, get high, don't give a fuck what it cost meLike too short, damn I'm looking flossyGot my own music group like Rick RossyWe partyin', everybody getting' saucyAt the game we chillin' with the floor seatsNo sleepin' cuz we always workin'Holdin' T Dot high that's for certainWhen the lights down streets is disturbin'You wanna fight, fight, so we creep in a 'burbanVerse Three:Thumpers on us, but we ain't no rabbitsAnd we're all walking round getting' cabbageWe livin' life so we gotta do it lavishYour rhymes are weak dawg, you too dramaticNo one will select you like StatikNever had a girl, never learned black magicFire in my eyes like Mr. GadgetNo need for disguises, these lines is tragicLike your game or the life that remainsWe can't all live and can't bike in the rainSo we snatchin' your gold chains, ain't nothin' changedWearin' gas masks like Chinese damesI get the fast cash, Ras Kass, diamond ringsVerse almost over, time to singHop in the Rover, poppin' thingsYou can chill with the laymens, don't talk to kings