Lyrics:
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
happen every time
To the Eight One Five
These my life and times in the Seven Seven Nine
Seven Seven Nine
Mix the flexing with the grind, how it happen
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
High-calorie boggy turbinates
In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in
enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan
you'll never get far
If you slip and let my crew get the weapons
But they not in the car
They're all around you
So just take a second
Do you know where you
Drop some bands so we can have club right inside the club
Make our own rules, my nigga fire up Ayee
We got more bottles than a bar
Our own private
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
You can't stop my uniqueness
Complication altitudes built in compartments
Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
skillt me, your glares don't tilt me
My pops def' built me to the point
I'm not moved by no thing
Man or material, crime without the serial
Never been
There might be housewives and children listening, but mostly just cornfields and cows
(So) I have a seven-second delay, a switch by my radio board
Six
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
Japanese, Spanish, Indian, Negro and Vietnamese
MC's, Disc Jockeys to all the fly kids and the young ladies
Introducin' The Crew ya got to see to believe
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
and paintings and walking around beneath a real infinity. I felt my size.
That brief dissipating shock of looking into outer space and seeing just for a second
even when things were rough
Seven deadly exes, it's a heck of a rush
Threatened every second, I'm confessing my love
To this heaven I was blessed with,
Look at these bands I say I do
Took her by the hand like who are you
Pull up with the shorty she pull up with the crew
Let's kai shi like she know
jammin screw
And we comin with my niggas
And we be rollin with our crew
I got the nigga Yungstar from the South
Was wreckin this bitch
Comin down with
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