Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song When You Need Me , by - Planetary. Song from the album The Black Lodge, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопWhen You Need Me |
| the most toxic, dough overflows the pockets |
| with ho’s so exotic, it blows your optics |
| I’m flashy, Egyptian kings couldn’t surpass me chameleon Nikes that change colour to match me I used to date a gangster bitch like Apache |
| but that dumb ho pronounced my name A-pathy |
| and ever since William Cooper been deceased |
| police watch every AOTP release |
| and they tap when we speak |
| when we rap over beats |
| when we crap when we eat |
| or relax with a freak |
| I’m a emperor, stay with a crown as a jury |
| ride around when we dirty to the sound of the fury |
| you’re unworthy, to walk this ground or observe me back packers pack bags leave town in a hurry |
| the AOTP, we just similar citizens |
| sinister circle of serpants eatin virgins for dinner |
| emergin as winners, from summer to winter |
| the sons of the ministers burnin down churches |
| and chokin Jehova’s witnesses |
| Known for they viciousness, the ignorance kings |
| who hang ho’s from the ceiling by their clittoris rings |
| Manchurian Candidate, who’s brain went AWOL |
| walkin’through hurricane rainfall, with a chainsaw |
| Dr. Claw, droppin’y’all, only see my hand bitch |
| catch you in the subway and serve you a knuckle sandwich |
| Vinny that’s my brother, that motherfucker helped me my first appearance ever was a Jedi Mind LP |
| so till our blood is absorbed, in morgue floor boards |
| we’ll live by the sword, and die by the sword |
| … It’s the raw, Planetary |
| Let me explain the rain that is intended |
| to drown the universe and drain the heads selected |
| I’m like a pet detective, watchin’your dogs |
| I’m dodgin’the law, cops saw me plot in the fog |
| so I scooped Vinnie Paz, nigga hop in the car |
| I’m rockin’Pac, Big Pop, D-Block and Ras |
| somebody gotta die, if I gots to go you gots to go but I’m a die, with a hot flow |
| Timbs with my socks low |
| my death wish is to die on the Soul Plane |
| next to Chuck D., Coltrane and Cobain |
| I never sniffed a fuckin’line of cocaine |
| I’m r.a.w., youngins don’t know Kane |
| you just a lyin’coward |
| I’m rap’s Brian Howard |
| swingin’bats for the raps for ten violent hours |
| Paz dial the numbers, I supply 'em with thunder |
| it’s the fourth quarter, bottom of summer (hahahaha…) |
| Yeah! |
| Planet, What up baby? |
| Apathy, what up cousin? |
| AOTP in the buildin' |
| What up Reef, what up Mach |
| 7l, Eso (teric) King Syze |
| all of y’all it’s love baby |
| Yeah! |
| Yo I’m God incarnate, from the grimiest back blocks |
| Pazienza lyrical equivalent of sasquatch |
| low shit, baggy nautica with the gatt cocked |
| you ho shit, tight jeans, pink with the tank top |
| you make the kind of rap music that fags watch |
| I make the kind of rap music that stab cops |
| I brought it raw, I been here ever since |
| I remeber you the fagget wearin’gear like you prince |
| the type of fagget shed a tear when you pitch |
| I’m the type to disappear and reappear in a clinch |
| I’m here in a clinch, you know I’m always here for my fam |
| the type that fuck somebody up and drink a beer with my fam |
| BLAP BLAP! |
| (hahahaha…) |
| Heh! |
| Pazman, Louie Dogs! |
| Apathy,(hahahaha…) yeah, what up Plan, baby |
| (fuckin'clowns) what’s good? |
| (Jedi Mind in the buildin')AOTP |
| (yo Stoupe) Celph, what up daddy? |
| Stoupe my brother |
| We runnin’this rap shit |
| We runnin’this rap shit |
| (yeah, we runnin’it) |
| Jedi Mind, we runnin’this rap shit |
| (yeah we runnin’that shit) |
| the God Jus Allah! |
| (what up God?) |
| It feels so good to be back baby! |
| Haha, feels so good… |
| Hahahaha… (Hahahaha…) |
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