A taste of my dick is the only thing you get
My flow wild
My mind wilder
Never forget
Children of the Jazz at your fucking doorstep
Going in
The ministry Dropping warheads on foreheads
Four door corvettes that ain't even out yet
We in the future
Thought I told you
You still look perplexed
Smoke swirling round the helix like a fucking vortex
If I get it I'll let you know but Bitch I still ain't found shit
Talking about my feelings
Dealing with none of it
The Saint I am the son of it
The Jazz I am one with it
I'm only Feeling myself, because I don't think I'm done with it
Though the Ministry of Doom is the only way we gon run with it
I am the best
Music speaks for itself
But I was born again hard
Just in case you forget
It's the Ministry of Doom
You could never commit
So I just say the fucking word and it's off with your head
Kid
[Hook: Dopestalgia]
Who needs a chorus
when the verse is so gorgeous (x8)
credits
from Born Again Hard,
released April 24, 2016
Instrumental: J1K