Lyrics:
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn
I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
great moustache on Hot Rod
(Hot Rod)
My gosh, Mr. Macintosh. Don't you love that rock and roll
Take a little group of rhythms and you put some lyrics
The stories we tell will ride high in the sky
The difference will rise, the mothers will cry
The caskets will close and white doves they will fly
[ VERSE 1: Big Daddy Kane ]
Give a demonstration
To the whole rap world rhythm nation
And take a taste of this verbal vibration
With more color
of a white line
And the moon is so bright that I'm needin' my glasses for sunshine
Of the spotlights, yeah, everyone's havin' a fun time
What a great life,
done
GUNNIN!
[Twista]
Swingin, singin my raw was through rap
To the rhythm see-cock back T-O is in the back
So if it makes you giggle I figure
to silence the lamb and show him who I am
So I just set it off on my competitor
Freakin the funk as I hit em with crazy metaphors
Like back up off me dukes,
to silence the lamb and show him who I am
So I just set it off on my competitor
Freakin' the funk as I hit em with crazy metaphors
Like back up off me
whos doing a great job in stopping people from shit countries to enter Europe and fighting for the safety of white people. President Bolsanero couldn't
on the big white telephone,
I'll be back in a minute." Two hours later, poor bloke he was green. I got up, I felt terrible, I says "Yeah,
what's the matter
a terrible thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud (nah, it ain't happenin')
Nada to make
the time grinds to a halt
Seconds assault
Rush the earth on by
Planet, spin!
Tell me just how long's it been?
How long has it been
Since you let me
Nigga this self shit real individuality niggas say its selfish
It's fuck all of them who doubt me I did it by myself bitch
Nigga blackway or the back way
clown
He's sitting by the trailer
Dropped by a sailor
Tears are pouring down his face
Everything is black and white
All is wrong and nothing's right
it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time
white writing
White one of these with red writing
It's at my house
But you can have this one if
You come back to the hotel
Lethal said he's got tees
you got
Get blown, y'a ghost
Y'a lost
And don't stop by 'till I say so
Free folks on the road
I'm dressed up like I'm in the great north
I'm gazed up
late to turn back now!
So go on, go on, bring fire music
With harmonic cycles of hymn rhythm
cnd we will navigate the fear of death
Go deep in
the yard outside
We'd sit back and watch the world go by
Happy to lie back watch it burn and rust
We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us
She's gonna
with me now, it feels great to break free and
Wake up from my long hibernation
I turned on the TV, I seen Cecily Tynan staring right back at me
She
that bullshit
Pulsate devastate and innovate
Suckers that think they're great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, comin' back with the rhyme
Fuckin' up shit
just want my heart
You can take back anything you bought
I just want my heart
Swear
I ran my sack up by the way
Red vette all white Porsche truck by
back my hair
to save a stain of sickness (thanks Borko)
in gayness and courage
i was gifted a love
by a Friend of Horses (in the flesh)
i caught my
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