Conway the Machine – Flesh Of My Flesh Lyrics

 

Flesh Of My Flesh Lyrics

 

Yeah
We back
Not fuckin’ with us
Yeah
Look
Uh it’s still hard to fathom what I’ve done
Got multi from lettin’ my imagination run
Was mind blowin’ to me is the fact I just begun
Don’t lie about how you sold .. like those guys with that over exaggerated run
These n***** drop that album might shoot ’em a text just me you know, congratulatin’ my son
I’m showtime like magic in ’81, immaculate run just look at the fashion it was done
Shot passed the stars, ran laps around the sun
These n***** ain’t cut from the same fabric that I’m from
It’s goal time, n**** the goal shine like old time .. old age back in ’81
I don’t want to work with n*****, my collaboration run for the high
Want a verse? You gon’ have to pay a sum
Lovin’ Jay Skeese, … by the way we goin’ dumb
So the game in good hands the day that I say I’m done
Anybody is next they gon’ have to save the drum (Drum work bitch)
We ’bout to step on they necks, three classes to my name let the record reflect
Them n***** who dick ridin’, they was never a threat
I don’t fuck with none of them, they was never the set
N***** work stepped on I’m the better connect
And the way them n***** move I could never respect
You would sell your soul as long you was collectin’ a check
N**** my wrist wet, neck full of special effects
And that bitch you with seen .. bout to get wet
I’m really just that boy what the heck you expect
Walkin’ all over this beat, barley catchin’ my breathe
It’s the machine, I’m the best of the best
I’m DMX reincarnated n**** this is flesh of my flesh
Yeah
They done woke me up
N***** ain’t me
N***** not fuckin’ with me
N***** is my sons n**** my kids
My children n****
See all that weak shit y’all n***** doin’
Nice try
Shit don’t hit that same though
That shit don’t hit, feel me?
Machine, Daringer
I’m back outside to play n****
Stacks …
Rest of the year is back swoopin’
I’ma show y’all n*****