A blessed companion is a book, - a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend,... a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into our own.

Douglas Jerrold

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My Prerogative (feat. Armageddon)
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[Featuring Armageddon]
 
[Armageddon]
 
Yo yea yea
 
T.S. T.S.
 
Armageddon Terror Squad
 
It's my world (uhh)
 
It's my world (uhh)
 
What?
 
Check this out yo
 
It's my life it's my world my prerogative
 
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
 
Terror Squad lock ice ? than Yugoslavians
 
Run up in your building bust locks and pull the lobby in
 
Find me in the ***** bars pollyin with Mafians
 
Got drunk and did somethin, now I'm hardly in the party and
 
check the book in my Cardigan, it's sort of like my guardian
 
Bless you with a halo and wings, on your back origin
 
Armageddon bring the gates of heaven and bring the horror in
 
Burnin last testaments, sinnin where all the garbage went
 
Dominant, pull out the nine and spit, murder anonymous
 
The finest ***** couldn't make me make monogamous promises
 
First ? *****, movin guns out of Providence
 
Stackin paper like novelists, complicated like calculus
 
Raps are marvelous, it's like I been here before
 
*****z is actin up, but we ain't gettin frisked at the door, uhh
 
Chorus: repeat 2X
 
It's my life, it's my world, my prerogative
 
to push things and chase girls who dress provacative
 
Terror Squad, bottom line is we be rockin it
 
The first stages of Armageddon and ain't no stoppin this
 
My beats, my rhymes, join forces and form the hammer lock
 
Trample box from Babylon to Camelot I turn sand to rock
 
Slim's my man to heart, though he like to keep me amped a lot
 
Your girl's ample hot, man I love the way she handle ****
 
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
 
Claimin that you're vandal all you seen is roman candles pop
 
Turn the hands on clocks and blow you back to your essence
 
Then I'll go back in time and stomp your *** back to the present
 
Packin the Wesson, actin unpleasant, Terror Squad shot on your
 
presence
 
We handle our blessings, just lay us where the baddest is resting
 
Took this rap game, molded and mastered it
 
Blast my ****, this song shames, any records played after it
 
Bag the fattest whips with passengers that'll flip
 
and piss on your body after blowin your lungs out the back of it
 
Activists with guns, bring forth my arrival
 
Armageddon's now, forget about the words in the Bible
 
Chorus 2X