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Signor Benedick the Moor - The Tragic Tale of Bisen Fransisco lyrics

[Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor]
I wanted to hit harder than MJ's father
And I don't mean to baller that n***a's just a little taller
Was scalded that's when it's coming to this rap sh**
Wrote a verse for orchestration then proceeded to neatly rap it
Slapped it on the next track
I could be making music for pictures
And my rhymes like cinematic fixtures or auditory elixirs
I phoenix down, sh** I better fix it
Hard of hearing? Then here's a neurological f**ing picture
Lyrical telepath
I'm trying to get on top like hella fast
These other n***as said develop ma**
They put up a front, it never last
But I'm the real sh**
Looking at em' with a clever laugh
Let's see how long your f**ing era last
Talking to mice, in my spare time
My momma said I got a rare mind, someone like me is a rare find
And I have to agree
Every time I start to open my mind I feel like Pandora
Ain't no escaping the horror
Open the doors, ain't no turnin' back
I hit the pavement harder than, well you know
I pray to the God, Jupiter and Juno
Flip a b**h like it's s**ist judo
f** honor, took her out of the equation
And accelerating with budō
I mean I took chi out
If I was a samurai, I'd sit with a wound and die
But I'm a normal guy, I try my hardest not to cry
f** I might die - the end seems nigh (sh**)
I feel his breath on the back of my neck
First it's this, I wonder what's next
The muscles in my knuckles flex
My heart is beating in my chest
I just wanna be the best and now the knife is at my breast
I can't say much more, I know how you abhor black magic
But he said that he could do it if I asked it
Turn my rhymes to gold but after today was just plastic
f**, now I suspect my end is tragic (my end is tragic)
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Looking at my soul and I'm guessing that I don't have it
Cursing all my weaknesses, a rabid bad habit
Wound deeper than skin and ain't nothing go sin

[Interlude: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Listen to this motherf**er, man
He know what he talking he talking about, man
Man all you gotta do is sign that line, man
Sign, sign, sign the f**ing line
No, motherf** this
Motherf**'s the controls at?
I'm taking over
[Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor]
I spit harder than MJ's father
And I'm hungry all these other n***as acting like my father
f** the old me, his wack sh** was such a bother
I'm trying to get money, b**hes, Gucci and Prada
Getting all this cash like I oughta
Money, money, money
Fame, fame, fame
Money, money, money
Fame, fame, fame
Money, money, money
Got a pinky ring
Money, money, money
Not a thing of shame
Money, money, money
Ey shade shades
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Fame, fame, fame

[Outro: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Smoke all the blunts
Get all the cash
f** all the hoes
f** all the hoes
Get all the cash
Smoke all the blunts

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