Lyrics:
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
Nor remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
(Well, it started in the year
Widda pen in my clutches
Spit a venomous substance
Meant for
Murder by the rhythm
Words be the weapon
Killing em with kindness
You can find us in
no hobby
Bulletproof worldwide plans on deck
May this word reach everyone in the set
I don't ass kiss
I dismiss
Kingpin talk like wilson fisk
Fear in
Really gotta drop the
Toxic mutha fuckas
Every time they come by, it turns into a ruckus
Begging for the cash, keep off, keep em far away
I dont want
the shit we make be designed for the truck
Word to Redman Da Bump we want your whole car frame to thump
And vibrate, I love it when sister's gyrate
divine
After kq Got the words nailed
I take the R TRAIN, hit up the third rail
My souls melodic, you get zero, I'm a blazer
You rhymes are figgy like diggy
the real from the jakes from the city that's surrounded by the lake
Keep the grass slow, watch out for the snakes, nigga
That's how we move, can't concern
to say
Like both times by literally plucking it out of the sky
Because I do not know what words I'm going to say
In time missed up partly
Messed up, rargh
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
y'nahmean
Word bond! Hip-hop for life, kid!
Yeah!
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
You ain’t even know what I got in store for ya
Sorry that I got your ass feeling some type of way
Sayin' all kinds of shit people gettin' shocked by
If
and the haters start watchin'
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option
I'm back with Cool
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
They about to all catch a
Skull fracture
And fall backwards
For y'all rap nerds
Got intergalact words
Around the Versemaster
They still seem to act
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
burned
You're still the one for me
Words and music by richard reisser and robert alsterberg
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
When it all collapse
And if it's mine, words bind
(Keep grinding along)
I'm a take it right back
I'm on the grind
Time to go for mine
We still
on overload, but I'm still broke in spirit
"Depression what he suffer from" same words from Doctor Henry (yeah)
It ain't no love inside the slums know if they
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