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A Dot Taylor - The Reign Lyrics

[Intro: A-Dot Taylor]

Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhh!!
It's The Alumni!
Uh! You know who I am..
A-Dot Mothafuckin Taylor!
This is the formal introduction..
Of Ms Marie! Timi Kursha!
We are The fuckin' Alumni!
Yeeeaaahhh (Yeah)


[Verse One: A-Dot Taylor]

God damn it the break is over (okay) I'm cooking up no baking soda (okay)
I got the blueprint from the black album now it's kingdom come bitch I'm J Hova (yeah)
I orchestrated this take over (I did), they'll rather Roc-A-Fella I rather Roc a Nation (I will)
What the fuck's a star to a constellation (what is it), so astronomy is my conversation (go)
So Fuck what they talkin' (yea) I'm runnin' shit walkin' (yea) I'm brining death to their click (yea) Christopher Walken (yea)
I'm seeing their fear, they tremble like Parkins (what), their еnding is near, I'm pulling the cartridge
That's gamе ova, fatality finish I'll Shang Tsung ya, take the soul of my enemy
If my pockets are hurtin then I got the remedy, for these deads presidents you will be Kennedy
I ain't feeling their energy (what) all them mean mugs and shoulder shrugs (fuck em)
I'm up to par with this nine iron (I am) I ain't talkin' bout no golf club (woo!)
But I flip the Birdie when I'm above the rim, I go nutsho bitch I play to win
I'm a gladiator in the lions den (yea), that means I'm Spartacus with this mic in hand (let's go)
They ain't showin' love on the weeknd, tell 'em kiss my ass signed X & O (muah)
You gon salute me like a general, I'm a fuckin God you better check the scrolls (I am)
Life is a bitch so you better seduce or get left hanging ain't talking a noose
All eyes on me bitch I got the Juice, our reign supreme nigga this is the proof (yeeaahh)
[Chorus: Timi Kursha]

No noise makers but we livin' loud, no nose bleeds, we stand above the crowd
It's Alumni and we takin' over, been graduated to the new world order
No elaboration, no collaboration, no compilation we all we need
No duplication, no replication, the cut distinguished we from a different breed
We restless don't get no sleep, 'til all my people eat
Steak lobster shrimp you know and that good escargot
No trading places, no pun intended, no competition it's time we ended
It's past time, no back to future, we comin' back-to-back all in ya speaker, fear the reign

[Verse Two: Ms Marie]

Bow down as I take the crown, insult to injury, don't make a sound
Bout to hurt ya now, reaching new depths see how a nigga surfaced, I'm so profound
Up, on a high horse, and I can't come down yeah, cuz my lines dope, niggas sniff around
Like a dog they hound, tryna get this kitty home-ward bound
Better push back, wait, like you losing pounds
Tell em beat it now, won't jump your broom, ain't sharing vows (never)
Curve game astound, Oh you wanna a-ddress me? Be sure and use a proper noun (queen)
Wouldn't groom these niggas wearing a gown comin down the aisle, wanna hold this train up, still get around (blocked)
Your best men can't knock me off my mound, made to honor the reign, Better fear it now
Like a scared child, they boo-hooin, that's a sad owl
Thinking I'm lying, stay on the prowl for bucks, this cat will walk a thousand miles (hide)
Prey for they wild, a beast like me needs space, cuz these invaders foul (I smell em)
Clearly got no good sense, stay washed up, throw in the towel (hang it up)
I see em scowl, they woofin we can't hear ya howl
My pack is louder, weed em out, no squares allowed y'all cancerous to our lifestyles
Y'all niggas sharing, ain't no denial which one is which, it's a hung trial (who is it?)
Alumni, (gods) Takin over Y'all out barred, That's exiled (finished)
[Chorus: Timi Kursha]

No noise makers but we livin' loud, no nose bleeds, we stand above the crowd
It's Alumni and we takin' over, been graduated to the new world order
No elaboration, no collaboration, no compilation we all we need
No duplication, no replication, the cut distinguished we from a different breed
We restless don't get no sleep, 'til all my people eat
Steak lobster shrimp you know and that good escargot
No trading places, no pun intended, no competition it's time we ended
It's past time, no back to future, we comin' back-to-back all in ya speaker, fear the reign