Lyrics:
Like clockwork with this shit
I don't give two fucks what you think
Beat by beat
And lick by lick
I stick to the script like ink
And every so often
Like clockwork with this shit
I don't give two fucks what you think
Beat by beat
cnd lick by lick
I stick to the script like ink
cnd every so often
The stars shimmer for me
Passing them by like a Star Trek spaceship
I am free
Entering a world where there are no limits
Starlight brightens a sea
but observatory
She said love me
She said fuck me
I ain't bugging
I am just thuggin'
On the beat
On the seat
Yeah my bars are elite
And my cars in
give it up to me and she ain't holding none
I been shitting on these beats, been doing it just for fun
Me and twin can really throw the bands, but we not
the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)
Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil
But can't see past
punished we fuckin' bitches by the 100's
Why me? want to fight me? Try me
Why these people don't know me don't like me
Society, they want to see me dead I
sexually
Knew a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as brass knuckles
Haters walk by, try to stab you if they hug you
Lady
sight,
sun bleeds on the bricks,
and brings forth the night,
the red saranade,
give shade to backstreets,
heads adjust the EQ,
for the bass in they jeeps,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Hello
I am your electronic dance music processor
Computers take over the world
Let me prove we can create music by ourselves now
You need a beat
the allegory
Put it in a category
Look at it observatory
Loving
On Something
Can't help
Me feel like
I'm no good
For nothing
Feeling
I'm dreaming
Help
something
Any other day I would have kept to myself
However, that soft emotional openness that Molly gives you, gave me the confidence, to yell over the music
Hello
I am your electronic dance music processor
Computers take over the world
Let me prove we can create music by ourselves now
You need a beat
purgatory from observatories
Trust I don't give a fuck if you don't think I deserve the glory
At 17 I was hustling a couple mixtapes
I was soundproofing my
changed)
Flexing in the leather, like this shit ain't tight
Flexing in her pussy when i hit all night
Venom in my veins by observatory
Smoking on a pack
to catch me by surprise
With the first series of blows
I'm up to par, I stayed on my toes
But connected with the next swing
Cut me hella deep with his
And on the blooper reel I be the laughing track (aha ha)
But why, as 85-ers ask me that (that)
And you'll grieve, my love, it's no masking that (that)
It's a need,
Nothing to lose
Everything to gain
Owe it to nobody to make it out
But once I do imma give back like they helped Me out
491 hospitality
Network make your
Gumbo genetic frames
Jumbos for cheap on beat
Skyscrapin’ all through NYC
Freewayin’ through my LA streets
Like old school Crenshaw
Sunday nights out
him the glory
Every time I'm telling a story
Keep swimming like dory, and try to remember, who built me and formed me
I'm in my observatory
Teach me how
sight
Sun bleeds on the bricks and brings forth the night
The red serenade give shade to backstreets
Heads adjust the EQ for bass in they jeeps
Sound like
Stargaze from lack of booze, greenhouse observatory
Choofin through the hillside blowing doja wicked easy
Rider escapade with a stolen golden ticket
I just
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