Bedlam 13:13 Lyrics

Bedlam 13:13 lyrics

Huffed and he puffed

Huffed and he puffed

Blew tha house down

Now how dat sound



Never no never

Give up gotta, gotta live up

To my name

Triple double in da rap game



'Cause I ain't goin' niggatronic

Smart enuff to know I ain't bionic

Wit my main man Harry

Not Connick

Rather rap my black as of

Getcha hooked on phonics



Good enuff to know no endo

Through it out tha window

Along wit tha Super Nintendo



I'm a strict daddy

Got dat right

God damn right

But have a good time, Dynomite



It's just that I don't talk

That same ol' crap

(Shit)

'Cause papa got a brand new

Bag fulla rap

(Hitz)



The world don't work no more no more

The world wont work no more

Ain't gonna woek no more no more



My main knick knack paddy wack

C'mon and give a damn

Confrontational man

Is what I am, is what I am



I'm tearin' down da house that Jack built

'Cause he killed whoever he wanted and hunted

And tax the backs of the environment macks

Who plan in da silence of the scams



A world dat won't work

No more, no more



Mother earth gets treated like a whore

And he doeth great wonders

So that he maketh fire come

Down from heaven on the earth

In sight of men



Toms to the left of me

Bombin' to the right

World good night

He got destruction

In his appetite



On a platter a planet

To him it doesn't matter

3-2 at the plate

Up go the greedy batter



Environmental alarm

To all not some

Good God

'Cause we don't get two of 'em



I was told that oil and water don't mix

But the new world order

Got a disorder

And so I diss



Cuss my disgust, if I must

One earth is da birth outta all of us

And so I diss after the math

Disaster wit a European autograph



Gonna be Bedlam

If he spread 'em

Da trigga is cocked

Nowhere to flock



Gonna be Bedlam

If he spread 'em

Pass da word

F what you heard



Gonna be Bedlam

If he spread 'em

Glock is cocked

Now drop da props



Gonna be Bedlam

If we spread 'em

The day the whole world

Couldn't do it



Repent

Oh no!

Check the preacher what he spent

One way ticket to God to fix scars

Woman and man runnin' the land sea and air poor



Do we all go the way of the dinosaur?

Or to hell and back attack

The new clear fog got us sniffin' like

Atomic dogs



Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves

Put a code on a can

Whatta hell of a man, shootin'

Trigga pollution, planet prostitution



Uprootin' da third

We go to the way of the bird

Can't do whatcha want to da place

Don't waste my place



Where you from?

We only got one