Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - The Coming

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No longer quiet  I got a voice that's in ya ear
 Stand clear  it's madness everywhere I look
 But can't see so much I can't explain how I feel on da real
 Everyday is like a ferris  looking to find some wheels
 Homey after homey dying over humbug
 Keeping my mind immune to pain
 I'm going insane just thinking about the past
 At last it's a future I can see much more that I got older
 So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope
 It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack
 Cause that crack got your back broke
 Have to learn the hard way out the hood
 Thank it's real when it's flaw I saw
 This nigga get shot in front of my school it wasn't cool
 That gangsta shit affects not poppin off just da 'jects
 360 degrees all due with respect

 It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
 Come back to prove it
 Atlanta's got a killin' tool
 Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

 Waa-taaah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink
 You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think
 Dat I could be sniped nigga, see you fuckin' right
 I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya, I take my fuckin life serious
 You attack my self defense is war period
 I know niggas all over the SWATS
 Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot
 Concoct like a wise wizard juts cuz I wear tha red eye
 You may think I'm a high nigga, but looks could be deceiving
 God lives within me and brother I feel him
 I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya
 Cause he tha one that's holding my future
 See as you learn me you journey out of time
 Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind
 Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up
 Got men sleepin wit men and girls wit girls
 Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do
 Fuck that dumb shit I comes out wit
 Drums hit some get tha hummin'
 Comin from tha witch doctor's gun in killin' tool click
 Atlanta's gotta killin' tool click

 Bill wash my mouth out with soap sent you home with yo' shit pokin out
 The loft shoutin' out obscenities
 No it's just a dream, but I'm a sore loser
 Figg murder, crosses burnin' in my front yard
 KKK throwin up rallies but not no more in these parts
 Trespassers gets penalized...
 2:13 A.M. basic nine channel surfin'
 This one-eyed monster servin it's purpose
 Clampett's biggest hustle, nineteen-ninety-nine
 Three dollars plus shippin'n'handlin
 Majory credit card holders accepted
 But I'm a minority septic tank on ABC...
 Turner Broadcasting figures already done took over this beg
 System just still runnin'... to be or not to be done in
 At the push of a button is the question
 I think they got this beh rigged to blow up in my face
 Duddy the first Afro-can American to walk in space
 Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin on they new shit
 The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's

 It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
 Come back to prove it
 Atlanta's got a killin' tool
 Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

 East Point...
 On the concrete is where I make my money at
 On this concrete is where I make my livin' at
 On this concrete is where your blood can flow
 On this concrete fool if I don't get tha dough
 I'm pumpin thangs out of suite 116
 Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down, hit the sto'
 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck, but fuck this
 I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress
 Ain't no space, cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual
 I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance, but I got my Grady card
 Depress me, stress me, tha same that exploit me
 Suppress me, break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog
 Just to see how far who's coming out the woods

 And I suggest you don't fuck wit us
 (ha ha ha) cracker you stuck wit us
 And you know how long we been waiting for you
 Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do
 We have been here before, but surprise again
 It is time for niggaz to uprise again
 But we've been down for so long that you wondering how
 It ain't a weapon taht you got that can stop me now
 Because we don't die... won't die...
 And won't never get no better if we don't try
 But don't get scared niggaz get prepared, I gotta care
 Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us
 Get behind us
 If you ain't hear the message clear, then rewind us
 Cause we comin'

 It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
 Come back to prove it
 Atlanta's got a killin' tool
 Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click
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Publisher: LaFace Records


Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Soul Food (1995)

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