Lyrics:
for yourself, put your lyrics back up on the shelf
Now I'm going to pass it to the B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I-E
'Cause I know you want to see him
[Biz
for any mood
Now Rasky how you take get deal pass me
I no know wetin Kenny’s dem hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you
by the scrilla,
Neither of you can see the pain in my eyes, fuck a disguise,
I wear it on my shoulder like a bass,
Causin' casualties like M-A-S-H,
typical in any way though the pro
On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro
I know the D.O.C. make ya want to takea Valium
So buy a bucket
savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cup of tea
But all that's irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate
I
me catch cruise (na scam)
You wan to see me so bad you wan link up but na me go pay for cab ( na scam)
Oh you're the best rapper here, you drop album
Keenen No Marlin
I go harder then your average artist
Don't take offense I'm begging no pardon
And I guess that'll make me a prick right
And if so you
[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherf***ing No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out n****
I could gave a F*** what a n**** gotta say about me
I
should phone her
But that girl, she’s e a demon
She is not no average stoner
My man’s he’s a demon
I’m a g-o-a-t
OOF
Bitch I’m sadistic
Slit your
Triple see's, 305, be-O-E give us room
Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County,
Ole sing
Ole dance bi Micheal Jackson
Oni rhymes
Oni lyrics
Ole twist bi maka nice
Won ni e wo omo werey to ukorin bi elewele
Ogo 5g 6g 7g
Ogo ti o shey
us
Low T Kweli? Rest in pieces
One hot album, every 20 years average
One half lame, and the other half savage
Too bad Mos Def did all the fuckin'
The M-E double L strum where'd you get those swell drums
They heard us out in Belgium yo where u get that L from
Rappers burn like Melba toast
check the tally a negative sum
Yeah I do this shit without breaking a sweat
Parlay ya album let’s make it bet
Divy ya music and add up the odds
For
on a shirt
Cause I’m back in my birk, these bitches is hurt, see me speedin thru wit the vert
You can tell by the smirk, I’m off of the perk, you niggas aint
Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can
you can't touch me
Call me MC mallet
I bring it all together like DJ Khaled
Anyone doubting can't see great talent
You got D-grade average
Mix the noise
que yo soy por siempre cabron!
Just remember, I am forever
Back just to say that I am forever
I'm not your average
Not swayed by the cheddar
If you
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the method muthafucka
With the guns blazing?
You trail, my god, its amazing.
Where your punk at?
as stressed
As the average kid
Right?
Tell me
What you know about being
Surrounded by the cameras
The flashes
The drama
And the action
Tell me what you know
money , why ain’t cash money, Put no cash money on your albums,
Cause you trash dummy,
I know that’s funny, you birdmans bunny,
Here’s my plans buddy,
looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's
the madness
See the world through Malcolm's glasses
Savages
Playing the odds and the averages
Crash the scene
Information leakin' out my latency
Silent screams
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