The Coming Lyrics by Goodie Mob

The Coming Lyrics

    As I begin fall in, I spark da riot
    No longer quiet, I got a voice that's in ya ear
    Stand clear, it's madness everywhere I look
    But can't see so much I can't explain how I feel on da real
    Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels
    Homey after homey dying over humbug
    Keeping my mind immune to pain
    I'm going insane just thinking about the past
    At last it's a future I can see much more that I got older
    So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope
    It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack
    Cause that crack got your back broke
    Have to learn the hard way out the hood
    Thank it's real when it's flaw I saw
    This nigga get shot in front of my school it wasn't cool
    That gangsta shit affects not poppin off just da 'jects
    360 degrees all due with respect

    It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
    Come back to prove it
    Atlanta's got a killin' tool
    Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

    Waa-taaah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink
    You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think
    Dat I could be sniped nigga, see you fuckin' right
    I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya, I take my fuckin life serious
    You attack my self defense is war period
    I know niggas all over the SWATS
    Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot
    Concoct like a wise wizard juts cuz I wear tha red eye
    You may think I'm a high nigga, but looks could be deceiving
    God lives within me and brother I feel him
    I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya
    Cause he tha one that's holding my future
    See as you learn me you journey out of time
    Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind
    Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up
    Got men sleepin wit men and girls wit girls
    Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do
    Fuck that dumb shit I comes out wit
    Drums hit some get tha hummin'
    Comin from tha witch doctor's gun in killin' tool click
    Atlanta's gotta killin' tool click

    Bill wash my mouth out with soap sent you home with yo' shit pokin out
    The loft shoutin' out obscenities
    No it's just a dream, but I'm a sore loser
    Figg murder, crosses burnin' in my front yard
    KKK throwin up rallies but not no more in these parts
    Trespassers gets penalized...
    2:13 A.M. basic nine channel surfin'
    This one-eyed monster servin it's purpose
    Clampett's biggest hustle, nineteen-ninety-nine
    Three dollars plus shippin'n'handlin
    Majory credit card holders accepted
    But I'm a minority septic tank on ABC...
    Turner Broadcasting figures already done took over this beg
    System just still runnin'... to be or not to be done in
    At the push of a button is the question
    I think they got this beh rigged to blow up in my face
    Duddy the first Afro-can American to walk in space
    Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin on they new shit
    The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's

    It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
    Come back to prove it
    Atlanta's got a killin' tool
    Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

    East Point...
    On the concrete is where I make my money at
    On this concrete is where I make my livin' at
    On this concrete is where your blood can flow
    On this concrete fool if I don't get tha dough
    I'm pumpin thangs out of suite 116
    Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down, hit the sto'
    7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck, but fuck this
    I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress
    Ain't no space, cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual
    I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance, but I got my Grady card
    Depress me, stress me, tha same that exploit me
    Suppress me, break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog
    Just to see how far who's coming out the woods

    And I suggest you don't fuck wit us
    (ha ha ha) cracker you stuck wit us
    And you know how long we been waiting for you
    Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do
    We have been here before, but surprise again
    It is time for niggaz to uprise again
    But we've been down for so long that you wondering how
    It ain't a weapon taht you got that can stop me now
    Because we don't die... won't die...
    And won't never get no better if we don't try
    But don't get scared niggaz get prepared, I gotta care
    Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us
    Get behind us
    If you ain't hear the message clear, then rewind us
    Cause we comin'

    It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
    Come back to prove it
    Atlanta's got a killin' tool
    Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

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