Lyrics:
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes
Rest your
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
Man 3: It is a valuable balm.
Mandy: A balm, what are you giving him a balm for? It might
bite him.
Wise Man 3: What?
Mandy:
want a song? take a beat, put it on
I'll make the words go, you better hold
To something settled to the pavement
If you don't want to be washed away by
jackhammer falls from your hand to your feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And your bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
taught to beat women up
I'm trying to do something different now
And lift them up
Now you know I don't hide bones
I dig them up
Not gone beat around
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
"Alright fa sho you know where we be at come slide to the crib"
Baby you so fine let me break you down
When I beat it up you just loving the sound
I could
schedule given my anxiety can't handle it
A festival of stress I gotta calm it with the cannibus
I'm sick of you, time is my enemy like Anakin
Sky walker
When I rap, I rap for the streets
And yourap for the suburbs like this
Rapping too much words
You can't even rap to the beat
Dawg I've been had plaques
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
no I
I can't relate lil nigga no I
I can't relate lil nigga here's why
I can't relate lil nigga no I
I can't relate
I am the truth you niggas is fake
From the womb to the tomb
99 Til Infinity
Ima die doing what I love
R.I.P Paul Walker
& If you try to stop that
I'm on yo neck like dog collars
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
let them fool you
Cos when you're trying go up
They trynna JuJu you. Yeah
I've got God by my side
EL-Shadai is my God till I die
Concentration
Hey daddy go and win them souls
But please make sure you call
I'm so proud of you, I'm so proud of you
And now you're giving God your all
Hey momma
gon tear this whole block down
Tree of life this the thing that you can't chop down
Devil be plotting, we knocking his plot down
Armor of God this
at the River Dock
This the will of God with a Diddy Bop
Line, line, line, Hook – Fishing Rod
Oh you just gotta feel it, its spiritual
Cuz he knew me before
you can't hide
I will put P on you, son
My first car was an R-reg mégane coupe
I scooped your gyal half-dressed
She was giving me brain while I was
Eat eat eat eat Eat Eat eat it up
Drip so mean that you can't get enough
Pockets full of green I just gotta keep'm stuffed
Mike Jack on the beat hold up
of my life
X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite
Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keeping my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe and call it
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