Merry Go (feat. Masta Killa & Charlie Smarts) Lyrics
| Song | Merry Go (feat. Masta Killa & Charlie Smarts) |
| Artist | Halo |
| Album | Mansa Musa (Guest Starring Masta Killa) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook: HaLo] | |
| 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 | |
| [Verse 1: HaLo] | |
| 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 fa*****on | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Masta Killa] | |
| 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 **** his head shot | |
| My whiz hold a pretty Glock heads bob, beats knock | |
| Son, this is show shot, blow until your speakers pop | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Charlie Smarts] | |
| Ok, turnin’ on the stereo, murder at the Marigold | |
| Shootin’ at the stars, burnin’ at the burial | |
| 21 gun salute, punks uncomfortable | |
| What? What? ***** the booth, rappin’ in the casket | |
| An underground *****, *****t, Shaq made a classic | |
| ***** love the sound when the killin’s by a masta | |
| Me and my *****s 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 | |
| [Hook] |
| Hook: HaLo | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 1: HaLo | |
| 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 fa on | |
| 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Masta Killa | |
| 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 456 and the dice | |
| You know my rhymes slice my mic his head shot | |
| My whiz hold a pretty Glock heads bob, beats knock | |
| Son, this is show shot, blow until your speakers pop | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Charlie Smarts | |
| Ok, turnin' on the stereo, murder at the Marigold | |
| Shootin' at the stars, burnin' at the burial | |
| 21 gun salute, punks uncomfortable | |
| What? What? the booth, rappin' in the casket | |
| An underground , t, Shaq made a classic | |
| love the sound when the killin' s by a masta | |
| Me and my s 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 | |
| Hook |
| Hook: HaLo | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 1: HaLo | |
| 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 fa on | |
| 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 | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Masta Killa | |
| 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 456 and the dice | |
| You know my rhymes slice my mic his head shot | |
| My whiz hold a pretty Glock heads bob, beats knock | |
| Son, this is show shot, blow until your speakers pop | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Charlie Smarts | |
| Ok, turnin' on the stereo, murder at the Marigold | |
| Shootin' at the stars, burnin' at the burial | |
| 21 gun salute, punks uncomfortable | |
| What? What? the booth, rappin' in the casket | |
| An underground , t, Shaq made a classic | |
| love the sound when the killin' s by a masta | |
| Me and my s 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 | |
| Hook |
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