Lyrics:
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
it, I might lose my soul
Even though shit help a nigga to his goal
Would defeat the whole purpose
Nahh that ain't what Jerz is
Nahh that would be
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
giants
I know they dishonest, I know that they lying
We gone be tyrants dont worry about it
In they homeland we bury bodies
Ignore the consequences, what's
saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
Off
voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin' skyward
Calculating May 5 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet
they deserve, innocents get the strays
Everything ain't all grav,y baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper 'cause niggas is
ever gonna be Made In Family
They got no bars
Call them man need-more training family
Nope, they startfamily
So one-minute-remaining family
And they got
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
Clerk: You've got a pet halibut?
Praline: Yes, I chose him out of
Thousands i didn't like the others
They were all too flat
Clerk: You must be a loony
a second time, no one gets, lead
this life, on to the next,
Common struggles faced, hatched at the same time, a bond can't
be replaced, as they begin
get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that nigga
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
everything
I've been hunting lions
Think they gon' know my name
I've been killing giants
I've been running everything
I've been hunting lions
Think they gon'
at em, knock they chin off their face
But they still comin' at me, hands out, they want to base
They must think my white eyeballs are giant crack rocks
I
to rhymes, I'll drop a swift one
('they'll be another rough rhyme after this one' - rakim)
I'm the rap senator, ake about ten of ya
The best mc
that you see
The day you beat me will be the day you see see
HOT 97 feeding you more loving than they feed me
Don't let these niggas gas you on that
You might listen to what they say
You might find it's their calling
You might find it's that load of smack that they talking
So sip away, smoke away,
Welcome to the Jonny Valiant show
I'm about to blow
Independent with a hundred thousand albums sold
Rappers used to crowd around me funny now they
tired to knock the kid down
Until they seen I won't never really fazed
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
everyone's just as confused
They just don't show it to you
With that said remember these words
And that you're in an 8-Bit World
This 8-Bit World might look
they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like: "Oh, well! " (well!)
When my album drops, sure as hell goin' sell (yup!)
Stack cash and laugh
that I align with
Hate when niggas gotta move so indecisive
I don’t really understand what put me on the other side
These niggas spend they time by
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