Lyrics:
guess
Yes, that's why I stay until A.M. making hits that ought a be subbed
Ought a be dubbed one of the best
I'm ill, every D.J. who real should bang it,
the sky
Should of been to jail with a dozen fines
I'm bless fortified, playing pin the tail to make it by
Screamin’ fuck the feds till I die representin’
(Ah yes)
Every rapper think he the saviour, the Jesus Christ of Hip Hop
Rapper's time's up so they clout chasin' on TikTok
Chase dreams, switch
Wrestling for NES
They be goin' off the top rope, suplex
Pay-per-view to your double-wide or duplex
A swing and a miss, but he still hit the deck
Badly
la, la, la, la, la, la
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Hit it
I can count by 2s, I can count my ears
1 to listen and 1 to hear
I can count by 3s, 2 eyes and a mouth
I
it simply (Yes sir)
And now I'm feeling certain I was called by the fucking rap gods
They applaud him for the wizardry (Y'all know what it is)
projected, erect it, perfected
All the way live, yes we in full drive
No jive when I abide, we have a ride
Wit a Stet on the set, us you won't forget
We're
So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down
Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down
3 dollars to get inside
LBC flying
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz
So what do they know?
On another level, we aim higher.
Everybody's fly, but my team's flyer.
We set the pace, live it for the fans
Won't let
they call niggas hit the road
And when they get killed I'ma get your soul
[Krayzie]
You thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me
Yes they
human beings are like
That we want to live
By each other's happiness, not
By each other's misery we don't
Want to hate and despise
One another in this
blessings
I'm finesse god, your focus is stressing
If I'm a rookie I stay with the vets
Big Show chops how gas hit my chest
Make no excuses, don't settle for
will rep
Chop them down, destroy and build, if they live then I kill
Shit's real in the field, I'm on one knee as a kneel
Medicated, illustrated, my
Future Vintage
From the Future
From the Future
From the Future
Are you from the Future?
From the Future
Live from my DeLorean, time to hit
1, 2 1, 2 yes
Yo, it's King Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine ether
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaning
Disaster's
next shit
[Drunken Dragon]
Yo, yo, yo...
They call me Darth Vader when I'm invadin ya space
Raid your area (Yo RZA hit 'em with the mace)
Leave that
You know my mama live in a million dollar home
And my sister she still in high school
She just got suspended for fighting two white boys, man,
guess that made me a harder nigga (Why?)
'Cause I don't like to ask for shit
When I came in the game with a half a brick (Yes!)
But I ain't telling
Everything home gave her wasn’t enough
So she packed up her stuff
And hit the freeway
Looking for a new way to escape
The rebellion cliché
Wants
My favorite shade of blue
Who am I
Baby maybe I just
Live inside of you
It's beyond yes or no
Thank you for lessons though
High as my faith will go
the cyclone
Styles, yes i know
We're the ... team, maxime....
Put 'em up, what the ****
Stuff they can't breathe
Off the wall spitting, n***a we're in
one time
Then hit the loud
LA not for sale, letting off shells
Spitting acapellas supreme Vans in the mail
Yo, forreal
Do not live your life based off
Gotta get it from the mud
You know how these niggas survive
A lot of these niggas’ll ride
A lot of these niggas’ll lie in your face just to be by
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