No Limit Creation - Get Reckless (remix) lyrics

[Intro: NLC] I get reckless, so come and check this And every time I hit the stage I leave ‘em breathless So I'm gon' let this, get so far outta control I'll leave the press turned on their heads, beggin' for more [Verse 1: NLC] Every time I'm chillin' out and I see a fine groupie, I tell her to come over here and check this Every time I look down, every time I get around, I realize I'm feelin' hella reckless I don't start sh**, but I'm heartless, you might be under the impression that I'm bad news That's true. Thank you, for tellin' everybody about all the things that I can do And will do, I'll k** you, with my mind on the music and the thoughts that I spill through Underground thunder clouds, yonder how the crowds will scream and they will move I need to take a breather, every single time that I see her I feel her in the air that I breathe, ‘cause she's a believer The beast is loose, the jesus juice, at least it's truth that when I start it I can see it through And yes I'm proud, I get so loud, and let them down when they see me choose Nobody's, so s*utty, like the trouble I've been in and out of on the daily Don't save me, you can't contain me, can't betray me, nobody can do nothin' but hate me For all the right reasons, all seasons, once you know it, you can't un-see them So raise hell and blaze well and pray tell that when it all comes down you'll get on top in the end Right here, right now, fight here for the high ground, stay and you'll find out Lights out, I won't pipe down, ‘cause I've found, the way to make ‘em all cry out: [Hook: NLC] I get reckless, so come and check this And every time I hit the stage I leave ‘em breathless So I'm gon' let this, get so far outta control I'll leave the press turned on their heads, beggin' for more I get reckless, so come and check this And every time I hit the stage I leave ‘em breathless So I'm gon' let this, get so far outta control I'll leave the press turned on their heads, beggin' for more [Verse 2: Mark E] Now lemme break it down for you real fast, before I go shove my dick in your clit and your a**, b**h I've been stabbin and k**in stupid hoes before you could blow your nose, much less ten guys in a row That time is over. I don't give a f** anymore, no I don't f**in bop Where the f** is the top of this can of dicks you ripped off? So you can shove em in any f**in' hole that you got That's not the decision I made, the incision I paid for. I guess I barely pa**ed Aw, swag (NLC: "f** swag!"). Since when do you have cla**, if you walk in an alley and get raped in the a**? But that's when I laugh and gag on the fact you can't keep it in your pants for two god damn seconds Oh no I didn't, oh yeah I did! Yeah, no Oh man, god damn! My plan was to grab the fans by their a** and cram their decapitated heads in a bag Burn that sh** with a f*g from a cigarette in hand from my main man Nat who k**s just as many bops as the next bada** f**in hammered motherf**in a** slappin b**h tappin top hattin', clap fappin, gra** scratchin, hatch backin, hash packin f**! Well I guess I lost it somewhere back in the 151 where I started off from f** YOLO, swag, shove that hashtag so far up your a**, you'll be bleeding on my dash When I stab you with some broken gla**, I bet you're mad. When you get up from the gra**, try to attack me And I'll hit you back on the blacktop with a bat Where the b**hes at? I seem to have scared them away with my rap [Hook] [Verse 3: NLC] Reckless runners, adept to the, very idea of being a soul sinner in s** and love Depravity strikes like gravity, pulling me down to the devil that I know I gotta have in me now Forbidden fruits, on the loose, like ba*tard children of the demons that walk the earth So let me in, dressed in sin, and spread this thin so we'll never feel the hurt What's worse, blinded by lust, or falsely in trust? Keep your head above the water and you'll never drown, ‘cause there'll never be no us Watch out for your thoughts now, don't try to go and make a scene Mothaf**a do you know what I mean? Just start up the machine And this reckless runner will never stop, turning the wheels that make sh** run And I'll party ‘til the pants drop, won't stop ‘til all of the groupies come Runnin' through the doors, onto the floor, and the mosh pit comes alive I'm not tryin' to be snide; I just got nothin' to hide I'll embrace this curse, ‘cause it could be worse, so I'll make the best of what I have Cut and stab, into the status quo and hell below, I'll drive you f**in' mad Don't even ask why I rap, or why I say what I have to say Just stay reckless every day. Hey! [Hook]