Real Live - All I Ask Of You (Commin' Thru) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, premeditated poetry's just as, smooth as the wind X-rated shinny nickel plated [un?]-entro my shin, let the slaughter begin When fatigue sets in, taking pictures with Mac-11s with my scandalous grin And putting trauma on your brain I'm certified insane I'm taking, cee-lo money, slick is out on the train They got the city under siege it's a freeze on keys Now I'mma have to catch a break to put my mental at ease But I press finesse and express with [?] Do the d**h threats I sport a camouflage vest My microphone is like my tech committing verbal homicide who wants to test the respect? I take a complicated mess and bust it out in one session Chickens be taking flicks just to capture my essence On terrain I reign, giving [?] pain The world is a ghetto it took a toll on my brain [Hook] {x2} I been with people thats connected, it's best to be protected The Real Live is number one son, just accept it Strength recognise strength come see the crew Real Live is commin' thru [Verse 2] Check it I'm sitting back and smoke living broke 'ain't no type of joke Sometimes I 'ain't tryin' to wake up I wanna croak I spark the cambo, then consume the blast I'm thinking of the game, I'm thinking of the past [Living fast?] a hundred and fifty grand in cash With the burner in the stash get courageous you dead a** My [?] was confidential and so was my mental, I found it essential to put some ice on my presidential Wrist watch but don't snooze, I'm bouncing with the [techs and the Oo-s?], banging out crews But now I'm looking for the opposite rout, it's not - who got the biggest guns - the C.R.E.A.M is what it's all about Now I'm seeing dollar signs I can't wait to turn the white into green and put some steak on my plate To all my players in the game stay true [Hook] {x2} [Verse 3] Now look who giving orders no bridges over troubles waters Not working for quarters, crossing boarders, performing man slaughters I full an*lysis [look I turn dough]? Now I do transplants removing brains from skulls Now your mind is empty, and you need something to fill it Yeah I can fill it with lyrics black talent bullets that will not be bonded My barricade's like Berlin, behind the wall I'm bound to bash bones and [?] Broken down to bridle, baby bust a little Chickens begging for bank but can't even [bomb?] a little refrain From getting caught in the act, making crap tracks Stress, comes off my chest when I damage backs with Mac's Your rhyming is rubbish, I knock the phlegm about n***as Verbal phlegm, that carrying on the sickness To all my players in the game stay true (That's all I ask of you....) [Hook] {x4} (All I ask of you...)