Lyrics:
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
the stee', come through plush in the V
Got niggas mad 'cause they payin' while we fuckin' for free
Make Trizz a household, live what I told
I only speak
Everyday I been living in doubt this it
First album they mad it was depressing as shit
But its about my life so no surprise about this
If you hate you can go
Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, they gave my flowers cemented
To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin'
Horrible albums
Thinking if Felix will be kicking it with no mistake
They be like what's he like but you know I fit the profile
Dislike me but I clash 'em as soon as I see
muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nuttin
Rhymes, I don't wanna rest here
Promise that I will be better for next year
I still keep my foot and my enemies necks ya hear
I can predict that this album
at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, 'cause the truth told
They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold
Need results
Album opus
So watch us close kid
My dues paid, me and Notion through playing, the crew changed and they saying that we the dopest
All the struggles bring
heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my
they look nice
And you look like the shook type
So you look right
Sometimes you gotta think like a criminal
And stay two steps ahead of dudes
That might
them bikes running,
running to lights and shit
and I be clean when I’m on the bike
they steady complement my drip
my bike be l matching my fit
my fit
hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In
this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Hope the LGBTQ don't cancel me (please)
Like they tried to stop DaBaby from gettin' paid
When he was talkin' 'bout how they be givin' each other AIDS
never sell never wanna fail I just hope they see me livin well
Two L's two L's two L's cuz I'm living life
I'm living life
I'm living life
I'm living life
thought finally had enough
Fire that's inside cant be stopped by a storm
Why we always thinking we know whats in store
One time for the ones that love me
like a soft punk?
You walk down the street and get jumped
You got to have style and
Learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we
slang I use
breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check
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