Merry Go - Halo, Masta Killa, Charlie Smarts

On my merry way from her merry go round

Mary hold it down, best in the town

On my merry way from her merry go round

Mary hold it down, best in the town

You deserve a crown, best in the town

Queen of the sound, best in the town

You deserve a noun, best in the town

Queen of the sound, Mary hold it down

You deserve a crown, queen of the sound

Mary hold it down, on my merry way

On my merry way from her merry go round

Mary hold it down, best in the town

My people like «word up», my people like «word up»

Shorties with they skirt up we kill it and shoot the hearse up

Brothers like «act right», brothers like «act right»

Hit ‘em with that mag life flash light for the act right

Live from the session, had to make ‘em guess huh?

This is not a lecture, live from the sector

Jam' with the passion the heart reflect the fashion

We could get our bash on, brass knuckles to bash on

Here and there we takin' it everywhere

The room with heavy stares, your petty cares

Now and then, here and there we takin' it everywhere

The room with heavy stares we piss on your petty cares

Put thought together like punches, build quotes, combine notes

Every sentence properly cemented

Asia like black spliffed it

Young gifted with the gab as my brothers say

Feng shui I lived the realm another day, it’s still real

I await the thought it takes shape far from the mind

Then design a rhyme that I bore into existence

Simplistic, nothin' complicated

No set dated, long I waited, supreme clientele

Pizza chit bang 4−5-6 and the dice

You know my rhymes slice my mic cock his head shot

My whiz hold a pretty Glock heads bob, beats knock

Son, this is show shot, blow until your speakers pop

Ok, turnin' on the stereo, murder at the Marigold

Shootin' at the stars, burnin' at the burial

21 gun salute, punks uncomfortable

What?

What?

Fuck the booth, rappin' in the casket

An underground nigga, shit, Shaq made a classic

Nigga love the sound when the killin’s by a masta

Me and my niggas livin' already

Supposed to be dead or in prison already

Can’t see me like sous storm

We do it up until anomalies is the new norm, learn somethin'

Slap a kid with a book light, turn somethin'

E’ryday and send him on his merry way