Lyrics:
[Repeat x7]
I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain
Ah ah ah ah ah
I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind
I hit so hard even Michael Jackson
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
in it,
so here's the thing, carryin' this luggage while I'm giggle-ing, quarter pound of the real shit, held by baggies and love it's the real bit, I
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing
My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying
Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across
Not
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
making albums we don't play by any rules
People out here gettin' gunned down now there knees are getting real loose
I'm destined
I'm destined for greatness
So y’all mumble rappers best stay out of my way. Some of y’all don’t approve, that’s fine by me. Myself, that’s who I’m gonna be. You bums still stuck
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
is equivalent to me
I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
To make it in my hood, you gotta
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
and ditch it
Kitchen whipping and flip it raw
Get it all off the kitchen floor
My bad is my bad, the baddest ask me
What I'm b****ing for
What I'm
on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell,
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
as A-B-C, that's how you make it right
I am literally in the air right now, rapping up a stewardess
First class, I am so new at this
Used to ride
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
In your mouth like you poppin' some X (shut the fuck up)
Fuck a xan you've been needin' the rest
Ive been son'ing these rappers for free
Had to step
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Sisindihan ko na to
Hangang sa maging abo
Sisimplihan na parang ABC
Sisindihan ko na to
Hangang sa maging abo
Sisimplihan na parang
ABC LR baby,
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it, then so be it
'Cause nowadays
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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