Lyrics:
CHAPTER TWO
lyrics by Carley COMA
CHAPTER THREE
organica
I'll send my swollen dreams
Sunami thereafter
I'll clean the still and fragile plate clean
move
step across the line
Baby, make your move
step across the line
(...)
[Lyrics also used in "Stupidisco" by Junior Jack - Original lyrics
move
step across the line
Baby, make your move
step across the line
(...)
[Lyrics also used in "Stupidisco" by Junior Jack - Original lyrics
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
And if you got beehives right before your eyes
About to start shit that'll attract the flies
And then you hear lies followed by some cries
It's about
Stayin away from arrogance
The mic's a sacrament
I bring to life while you surrogate
Lyrics are holy
I write this poetry in arabics
So let's get head up,
The lyrics in the one by G love and Special Sauce look suspiciously, are are phrased WAY too much like Guitar Slim (Eddie Jones) in his 1964
to accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change
Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
come down ruffneck like this now seen?
Mad Lion hold tight
[Chorus]
Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a hoe
Any man that drop the lyric what we
own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change
Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
And my
Yo, yo..
If I had half as many bars in gold
as I had in lyrics when I flowed
I'd be the richest man on the globe
Niggaz want to know is Canibus
Kriminelles Cash, Brillis an der Kette
Geschlossene Gesellschaft, Monaco by night
Motherfucker, ich tick' an deine motherfuckin' Mother Dope
Roll' durchs
steigt ein
Und gibt uns High-five
Hure es ist Crime Time, und ein echter G mach Drive By
Ich hole Kollegah ab, er steigt ein
Kokain Martini es is
to a beat produced by BDP (Woy)
One of the many, from the library (Woy)
I teach HIP-HOP for a living
So here's a smidgen, of what I'm givin
KRS-One two three
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
logical that
I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
Then with mathematics, not
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
As soon as you try to step off you self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born
Then after that
So lady be good to me.
Oh lady be good to me.
Published lyric furnished by a visitor.
Validated Transcribed by Todd Peach
Published Version,
will be end up in eyeball-injecting
A dads' reassessed
A lesson to all to o'er
Give me the fright
Shakedown
He can't find the lyric
He avoids
herb.
Built by the best to bust swerves, like a sharp curve.
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact.
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack
a wedding, at your honeymoon, turn that shit into doom
Turn your rap cassettes, into your a fucking caskets, you God damn bastards
Lyrics I mastered, rhymes
wary of all moving
But whatever you do, take the time
To enhance the record by making moves like smooth
And I'll keep pumping lyrics type of music
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
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