Ignium by Aldonico Lyrics
Hold up a minute just take a step back
I’m willing to murder a motherfucker just to get that
Tired of livin like I’m a bum on the side tracks
Never had an individuals trust to watch my back
But I’m better than ever
Pulling the lever on the competition that I will sever whenever I deliver
A little bit of a bitter dose of the medicine
Everybody wanna go ghost on the fuckin kid
Ain’t nobody wanna beef with me
Let alone ever try to fuckin be with me
Play the beat with me
Killin this game just like it killed Whitney
How many more martyrs have to be killed see
Hold up a minute you bitches ain’t doin shit for me
Every moment you live you tryna give me some misery
When all that you really gotta do is get in the kitchen please
Only thing that needs sprucin up is the act that you gotta clean
All you little bitch ass rappers, faggots assholes, maggots, trash cans, bastards, and wanna be masters actin like ya got the light, ya not so right
Sean de Paul
Pass it on-like
The marijuana, I don’t need that shit to reach my nirvana but I know people blaze it just because they wanna or they gotta couple a prolems that are tagged upon ‘em and they know no other way to get away from the constant fuckin drama
Tell me whatchyou want whatchyou really really want
Tell me whatchyou got whatchyou really really got
There’s no way for you to ever tear me apart
That’s why I speak with every piece from my heart
Trust me, my mind is a dangerous place
It must be, I always get carried away
You must think, I’m up in a perfect state
But my head gets cluttered with thoughts left in dismay!
(Like these)
I feel like a bum at times
Ain’t got a fuckin license but trust I can drive
All I’m tryna do is pioneer my life
And everybody wanna surround it all with hype
You gotta be this, or ya gotta do that
Imma up and leave and imma never come back
And if I don’t succeed I’ll be dead in my tracks
I rather be that than a fuckin doormat
If I get stepped on you stepped wrong
You are now a candidate to get your necked tossed
Then you wanna go ask me why I’m so pissed off
Cause life is a fuckin bitch, but I’m still walkin this dog
Cause sometimes I got no money in my pocket
I can’t even take my girl on a date that’s proper
I feel ashamed walkin in and meetin her mama
Cause all I get left is the mic and the passion I harbor
She ain’t gonna like that, neither do I though
My house is so broken I can’t bring her in my home
Makin fuckin babies? I’m needin my dough
I can’t support myself how can I make my gross
I feel like I’m so lost but so close
My family are givin up hope but oh no
You musta forgot that I stay on my toes
Ain’t nobody gonna take what’s on my plate hell no
-I always cut it close like a Philips Norelco
Still sharp as hell but I’m still so compelled though
Everybody wanna be friends like “hello”
We ain’t sticking together fuck your velcro
Bitch we ain’t buddy buddy bullshit
You’re in the crossfire of a full blown bull pen
This is just the warm up wait for the full thing
I’m up on a full tank
I been spitting my heart out way before this!
I’m willing to murder a motherfucker just to get that
Tired of livin like I’m a bum on the side tracks
Never had an individuals trust to watch my back
But I’m better than ever
Pulling the lever on the competition that I will sever whenever I deliver
A little bit of a bitter dose of the medicine
Everybody wanna go ghost on the fuckin kid
Ain’t nobody wanna beef with me
Let alone ever try to fuckin be with me
Play the beat with me
Killin this game just like it killed Whitney
How many more martyrs have to be killed see
Hold up a minute you bitches ain’t doin shit for me
Every moment you live you tryna give me some misery
When all that you really gotta do is get in the kitchen please
Only thing that needs sprucin up is the act that you gotta clean
All you little bitch ass rappers, faggots assholes, maggots, trash cans, bastards, and wanna be masters actin like ya got the light, ya not so right
Sean de Paul
Pass it on-like
The marijuana, I don’t need that shit to reach my nirvana but I know people blaze it just because they wanna or they gotta couple a prolems that are tagged upon ‘em and they know no other way to get away from the constant fuckin drama
Tell me whatchyou want whatchyou really really want
Tell me whatchyou got whatchyou really really got
There’s no way for you to ever tear me apart
That’s why I speak with every piece from my heart
Trust me, my mind is a dangerous place
It must be, I always get carried away
You must think, I’m up in a perfect state
But my head gets cluttered with thoughts left in dismay!
(Like these)
I feel like a bum at times
Ain’t got a fuckin license but trust I can drive
All I’m tryna do is pioneer my life
And everybody wanna surround it all with hype
You gotta be this, or ya gotta do that
Imma up and leave and imma never come back
And if I don’t succeed I’ll be dead in my tracks
I rather be that than a fuckin doormat
If I get stepped on you stepped wrong
You are now a candidate to get your necked tossed
Then you wanna go ask me why I’m so pissed off
Cause life is a fuckin bitch, but I’m still walkin this dog
Cause sometimes I got no money in my pocket
I can’t even take my girl on a date that’s proper
I feel ashamed walkin in and meetin her mama
Cause all I get left is the mic and the passion I harbor
She ain’t gonna like that, neither do I though
My house is so broken I can’t bring her in my home
Makin fuckin babies? I’m needin my dough
I can’t support myself how can I make my gross
I feel like I’m so lost but so close
My family are givin up hope but oh no
You musta forgot that I stay on my toes
Ain’t nobody gonna take what’s on my plate hell no
-I always cut it close like a Philips Norelco
Still sharp as hell but I’m still so compelled though
Everybody wanna be friends like “hello”
We ain’t sticking together fuck your velcro
Bitch we ain’t buddy buddy bullshit
You’re in the crossfire of a full blown bull pen
This is just the warm up wait for the full thing
I’m up on a full tank
I been spitting my heart out way before this!