Bronze Nazareth & Willie the Kid - Malcolm Manuscripts

(Rule above everything, why she's nothing at all?)
(This is Dog For Food volume three) yeah
It's necessary you eat with me
Flu or cold like to vibe with you man, yeah
Never seen your type man
(Rule above everything, why she's nothing at all?) Yeah, yo, yeah

C'mon, go!
Yo, Mink Coats Carolina fish boats, the script wrote
Thick ropes, club outside, thick chalk, body lied
Momma cried, got the first 48 outside
Camera's never lied, visualize rolling as the sheep die
Knee high to a Maybach (rule above everything)
Fuck that, trade that, for her soul, she disappear like aerosol
Marisol my Rican Pecan peeking all thru' your soul
Who you know roll tighter blunts straight off parole? (Rule above everything)

Black hole in her heart, saxophone in the dark (why she's nothing at all?)
Noah's ark yachts flowing hard, she's blowing spark
Impartial, I'm partially cutthroat
You deaf, dumb, blind, but you talk most
The utmost, I'm king, you had the Ivory coast, no ring

Ringside seats where we shine the most
Like lotion under lighting, exciting sight seeing (rule above everything)
A mic fiend plus a pipe dream, it's so enlightening to her dark world



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