Lyrics:
hand in hand with the jam
But you knew this
My shit tight like a bike chain
Yours loose like a tooth is
I'm clueless to your ruthlessness
If it isn't
at destructing the elitist bloc
Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot
Aiyo feeling the feelings, revealing truths unappealing
But still my will
sperm in my eye 'cause I be on my own dick
My rhyme book stay thick
Like the hips on Free
From 106 & Park used to be
Y'all know the dilly niggas holla
If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)
no prank for views
Girl I want you to be mine
If you can spare just a little of your time
We can have a happy ending like a nursery rhyme
So please, I
eternity bounded by 3 lines
I feel like I'm breezy I think that I run it
I want my left wrist to be cold as a summit
Infinite point in the state of my being
may seem like I got a little better with time
It wasn't handed to me I just had to stay on the grind
Respect the women in my life by not calling em
might've guessed it, but I am quite the spitter myself
I spent a lot of time writin' rhymes and let's say in Hell, there's a lot of help
I got half the rap
listen to hip hop got it high in the rafters
It's like Louis Prima singing songs inspiring rappers
I'm a sign of bad luck
Lining stacks up
And she's been
you might've guessed it but
I am quite the spitter myself
I spent a lot of time
Writin' rhymes and let's
Say in Hell there's a lot of help
I got half
ever had was this world when it was new
Back in nineteen-seventy all the way to eighty-two
Things were heavenly around the town where I grew
Family love
what's ya name, I’m like what's it to ya
Boy if you a lame, then I see right through ya
Stay out my lane, what's a tuna to a barracuda
Coolin' in Tulum,
I've told you almost every bedtime story
And you've had almost every nursery rhyme
So tonight before you go to sleep
And pray the Lord
Your soul
of sand
Discipline holds with the knowledge of the soul
In war it's blindness till the end of my foe
If I cross the threshold, there's no need for
First verse
The whole world! bleeds from glass in Mirrors!
That's Why we All proceed to mask our fears
zip line Just to get by!
On a quest to be
Inside a prison where giddy bitches don't jock the rhyme
Born in precision
Rhythm spittin' could swat a fly
For them to just kick a single shillings
washed my hand up in the sink with a soap
Forget it cuz they stained with the blood from my hope
I heard my heartbeat kicking with a rhythm of a hook
This
known
To put the rhythm in the bone marrow
Laid the pipe to please Cari-lou
I don't know
If it's true
That's a fumble
Well, catch a fever from
in pieces
As I lay awake at night
Writing rhymes to the rhythm of my heart beating
But the clock keeps ticking man
The metronome won't stop
And my
Of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back,
brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back, stripped out
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scatterin'
Over the globe will my vocals be travellin'
Unravellin' my abdomen it's
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scatterin'
Over the globe will my vocals be travellin'
Unravellin' my abdomen it's
8 or maybe like 2 I had rhythm in shoe like a dancer
And I really had to just go ahead and break free from the thoughts that I had in my noggin
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