Lyrics:
by those whose souls and hearts deemed hollow
Laying foundations for present and future generations to come
Making known what it means to keep it
you like, you by yourself
And you just cruising on the highway man
Yeah this, this got me thinking
Uh, I'm smoking on that cat piss
Swerving
a fucking Lambo
But I'd rather buy mud trucks, smoke good weed
And roll that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix
Got
had a mothafuckin' choice
Man the music shit just fuckin' chose me
Six years I've been in my room
Screamin' in my microphone low key
I've been chasin'
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky
Spark the izm, my expertism, is
lean
Microphone fiend, step into the rhythm
This is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic attention
I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction
pass you by
Cause we ride and slide, until the sun come up
And if you got something to do, then you shit out of luck
Cause this the episode, we just
Mr. Normal
Words & Music By: Rick Denzien
i once knew an old guitarist
he played an old guitar
sang a song of sadness and wandering
looking for
up baby
Some times I feel like I don't have enough
Designer watches sport coats cigarettes by Davidoff My life is tough
Two pots of coffee but
Pass the microphone
Cause I got some things
To get off my chest
So tired of being alone
I don't sleep much now
My heart gets no rest
And I would
we become?
How many times I see me pass right by me
Coming and going but where is it at?
Come and have a look
Come and have a look
Hey, hey, hey,
hate more love addition by subtraction
Competition lacking
I'm laid back laughing the big man on top like a improper fraction
It's a miracle how we
surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with
this is all freestlye
One tape do it like this no fakes
On the microphone distroy all snakes
In the grass Murs will beat that ass
If it has to come
of phlegm
Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
Sermon, learn my name
(Love is) - When I come through your spot
With no security guards, just me and the Squad, uhh
I got love, a cat got checked by
clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky
Spark the izm, my expertism, is
not broken
I feel attacked by the cameras flash
I'm trying to relax, fall back, get off the ambulance path
It ain't funny but I'd rather just laugh
Ade shey you dey here now
Shey you dey here
Prettyboykwest pon the microphone
You know I've been to different places
But you've got the backa wey
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