Lyrics:
not no rumor
Because I'm gonna be a legend with the mic, me and Boomer
Back back back back back to back to back to back bangers
I'm calling plays in
gonna stop them by talkin' doody
We gotta put People in the streets
We gotta keep this Rebellion going
This is not no time to slow down
This the time
Nine by my side
Come take a ride
Yeah
Yeah
Tree to the mind
I'm wavy tonight
Yeah
Yeah
Don't wait for a sign
Just come get in line
Yeah
Yeah
Might
Aiming at my competition Ima let em roast
Talking all the shit because you really do the most
Nothing but a hater I could tell by what you post
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by
on you with
A chicken like Papa Shango big chain
Skeleton bones dangling while I'm mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
(Rest in peace)
Uh
Yea god is great
He's definitely great to me I know he's great to you
Yo bro we've been waiting for this album bro you know what I'm saying
I know
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
gotta check for me
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga for me and add to his body collection (boom, boom, boom)
Album
object
Some try to get abducted by the light some day
[“Nightmare Bringer Zone”]
[INTRO]
This blunt in the underworld isn't going to get you high
It's
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
flickered on the silent screen
Round the clock, work never stopped by man or by machine
Legends grew and stories flew in the streets and in the bars
a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects
They'll be a difficult test inside the
Cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with
whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that grass like
John Deeres this yard is already cut
You can't get no work here, uh
You fags thought it was swag you
whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that grass like
John Deeres this yard is already cut
You can't get no work here, uh
You fags thought it was swag you
is becomin faster
You heard that laugh in the beginning?
It ain’t make sense, it’s a gimmick
YOU HEAR THE BEAT? tape spinnin
Finna drop an album, im
always in some beef
A legend to this day, they talk about him in the streets
It's not a real hood, it's something that he made up
To piss gang-bangers off
can tell
By the fireside at night
Children gather around
Hark the legend of the hardheaded
Arthur Morgan john Marston's taking notes
I was long before
with Pretty Wings
Give you All Of Me
Names not John but I'll be a Legend loving all little things
Like what's In Those Jeans by
Ginuwine
Ginuwine
Do you
strategizer
Peace PAC we still bangin' all your albums
I study martyrs
Street legends
Great authors
Music legends
Fuck Elvis/ muddy waters
Fine artist
they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They
I think fruit music can help people by staying positive
Ya know
Keep a good life
At least he don't bring no negative energy
Only positive that we
And mastered by Jonathon Maisto at Backroom
Studios in Rockaway New Jersey
Songs by Will Wood
Arranged and performed by Will
Wood and the Tapeworms
Featuring
whipping down I-75
Got a smile on my face I pass by my old junior high
I leave it all behind
Through the cap I'm out done with the bullshit
In a cap
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