Lyrics:
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
an album full of rocks
Good luck to all the labels on lock
In '96 Whodini's callin the shots
It takes two to play this game
But three makes it better
Master
9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
niggas we penalized were angels
I'm so sick of this them or us attitude
Start of Civil War 2 get clicks and views
We record it all like this is American
much blud
Their ain't been a tag team like us since
The Legion of Doom
Wish it was 3, 2, 1 and blast me to the moon
I'm grieving
Don't ask me when I'm
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
tight
She ain't caught an attitude yet
So I might let her spend the night
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
One, two, check
It's like that, it's like that
Let's let em know, yo
Black is infinite, the real realize
How my melanin paint, beautiful hues that
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
up to all you MC cub scouts
Grub scouts getting rubbed out
I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out
Hitting ideas to use, a half of us
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
is running out
Elaborately
Planning catastrophes
Creating drastically
Labeled us as "Anomalies"
Trip-Hop Philosophies
Hated 2 Easily
It pleases me
Such
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a mil
While real emcees with skills don't got a deal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage
happiness
Record happiness
Record
Record levels of happiness
Let's go to 2 o'clock
Yeh, I think it's nice to sometimes just record happiness
Ah shit how do
Staying up, up to late
Saying we won’t ever wait
for the moment to pass us all by
Living while dumb are reckless
I’m wishing days were endless
when it's beef, loud n****s be silent
Stackss on my team, yeah she Madonna
You see a chick, you running behind her
I see a check I'm running behind it
My
me then, can't fuck wit me now
We dash by the cops, my speakers too loud
Test none of my hittas, that shit'll go south
You fuck wit me now, you'll get
arms she vibing
Then we crusing driving
Only us two so you know we wildin
Ay ay
별빛이 쏟아지는 듯한 그 눈빛에 나는
I cannot do anything all day, all night
이 밤을 가득 채워주는
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
through their Twitter followers, blaggin' em
By the way I've got an album out why don't you check it?
They listened once on Spotify and left it
Forget it
I
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
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