Dead Bent - 12" Version

Lyrics for Dead Bent - 12" Version

Ooh, you're like the sun Chasing all of the pain away When you come around, you bring brighter days She told me, you're the perfect one Me and you forever will be He told her, I will rock this microphone ... always! I hold the mic, like niggaz hold their girls tight But I ain't after her, probably your Acura pearl white The hooker? Nah, as many times as I done hit it? To be specific more times than dimes in a briz-nick When you broke North, I crashed the barbecue like Riddick At the Garden, true, that's the god in me, pardon you Jeepers! I was torn back, the hoe gained access to my beeper Call back my secretary gatekeeper Like I ain't peep her, I said, "Darling you was stupid though You know the Super Villain ... hoe!" I had this style ever since I was a child I got this other style I ain't flip in a while, it goes: Pure scientific intelligence, with one point of relevance MC's whose styles need Vellamints And once the smoke clears, tell 'em it's The Super motherfucking Villain, nigga came through raw like the elements On 99 plus one of them And with a flow to pull a fraud nigga file from out in front of him When we with y'all, we had tons of fun Me and my duns and them Actual true and living sons of them Dead planets and God-U's Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you's Fool, and won't feel remorse for shit Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits Scientific gone bezerk like Red Alert I really wanted to pick up was [?] for cheddar dirt The funniest experiments is where I went Obviously dead bent, and spent every red cent To rule you, and still drop more jewels than schools do Or even TV news that's designed to fool you (who?) Yeah you, who hear the most grimy suggestions From brothers with fly names and I.D. questions That's a Secret like Victoria teddy sets that's edible Them's not ready yet for the incredible Team of MC's who broke off fakes Who thought they were slaughta proof Stomping through like North Face waterproof Tat-tat, at the end of that After hit the bar where baby girl bartender at I told her more wine, mingling with no single mentions of Stay tuned for more spine tingling adventures of ...