Lyrics:
the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
that rascal dizzee
Sorry that you can't reach me, but that line is busy
Got the fucking sterling calling, like man's in my city
And I got the right
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
business every day in the studio
They plot on my funeral, but
I wanna live, don't know when Imma go
But time ticks, that's why my eyes stick to the road
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh, surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga show me
Nobody told me I
name but
See me? I've got no deal
I'm hungry, I ain't eaten
I've had no meal
It takes determination but I go still
In the studio night shift, non-stop
"Bye boys I'll see you in a few hours, gotta hit the studio, spit some new bars. By the time I'm back don't smoke all the dope or better dart
dead or in the penn, some even turning snitch
So I'ma hustle what was gifted in the studio making hits
Loved by few, hated by many, but watch how I do
today
But she takes pride in drowning, 'till she's
Full circle compost that is floating through space
It's like a key oh
But where's your key though?,
astray
Somewhere in a generous place.
We will go our own way
To live in fulness.
Take the wheel
Drive me out of my mind
There's no excess without extreme
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Nas Leber)
(Malcolm Flex)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
646 to 305 we lit
In the studio way too zooted off the shits
You tried to take
Heaven flow, the sea is cold, but my blood comes to boil
I feel it filling up my lungs, the weight pulls me to soil
Current takes me, breath
Ebb and flow, the sea is cold, but my blood comes to boil
I feel it filling up my lungs, the weight pulls me to soil
Current takes me, breath escapes
Mom said I could drive as long as I drove slow
That's why I'm here working at PeopleReady instead of a studio
There's a lot for me to say and you
now, I'm in the studio killin' lot of dope
You, you, oh girl
You got me thinking bout you, you, oh girl
You got me thinking bout you, you, oh girl
You
It’s 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in the studio drunk than a motherfucka
Ready to freestyle this shit, and do it wild
Live, for all my dogs
Fo all my dogs out
Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up,
[Chorus]
Ride with us; take you to a level that you never seen
Puttin' in work just to live the dream, for those that said we couldn't
Live this life
and Click-ish
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin
I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No
I kick it into overdrive
I just hope I stay alive
In the studio overnight
I kick it into overdrive
Overnight, take the night shift
Bring the light
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
know
Why is it that I now find myself with all of these might-have beens?
Is that fair?
Who was there to prompt me when I dried up?
In a scene somewhere
.jpg/245px-13-06-09_RaR_Dizzee_Rascal_10_(cropped).jpg "Dizzee Rascal")
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