Lyrics:
Quick like faxes, from next to rasp(?) creeps
Turn around and face the music
Catch the mace to your face piece
CHORUS
Yet another hip-hop head took
on the beat on the first tape
Within this music I found my real faith
Music and life subjected to questions
Never stopped asking if I'm the person
With right
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
taking my chance
I'm spinnin' the wheel, been prayin' to God,
To give me a chance, but maybe havin' patience
Will help make sense, & help in advance,
By
Ali/ music coursing through my veins like Im running IV's/ I see the enemy keep attacking my piece/ by attacking my mind/ telling me ill never be great/
our roots forever intertwined
In the music of our lives we're one of a kind
And there's a little piece of home in every note
A family melody in our
'Cause playing roulette with the roads
The odds are stacked against us
Anyway, tempt fate not by who says luck will share
Can't keep leaving the yard
Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your
fame would only flood my brain
So when you washed up is when you focus on these lames
Money, motive and music my main objective is this
I'm pushing
the boopin' floosin'
Off this gang-bang music
So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin, make dough like Trump
Cookin powder til they chunk, punk!
really down, silly clowns Barnum and Bailey rejects
Press eject on defects (yeah)
These threats delivered signed and sealed by the Delmeister
German for
ambergris
It's scandalous music planned by avarice
You're sorely misinformed like see-span panelist
I never planned on this
Big beat evangelist
Whack
and time will tell
I always will be by myself
I’m grateful for those trynna help, me
I stay up out my feelings don’t nobody care
I got too much to prove
old Gypsy songs:
I can tell your fortuneand I can take your fortunehoopah! Hoopah!
Willy Nickerson is immediately entranced by this hot-blooded
broads and fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off
1981 Albion Music Ltd.
Arrangement by Hazel O'Connor and Tony Visconti
Produced by Tony Visconti
Engineered by Gordon Fordyce and Chris Porter
Wesley
reconsider being blessed by the gods
Rigorous assault from the weapons I brought
Step the boss, bets are now off
We gon' make a little bit of mess if you
the views, I'm for the people digging truths
By the roots you by the scoop, spilling tea you really be
Jealous in this summer heat, that's gone make the reaper
of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter
"Lily O'Grady
Silly and shady
Longing to be
A lazy lady
Walked by the cupolas gables in the
Lake's Georgian stables
In a fairy tale like the heat
I don't care what anyone says
Elvis was bigger than the Beatles
Public tries to prove that there's a root to all this evil
Anytime we're gonna sign
For cheddar we mash on sight
I done came a long way
Ain't no time to be being broke
United for cash we got's to get paid
By any means necessary
Live
They can’t see me, hope you feel me bro, yo yo yo
Yeah, you’re fascinated by the niggas in cars
I heard my dealer selling freedom in jars
‘Cause even
that I know I've never been to
But it rained plus he, felt the pain like me
Influenced by PE & BDP
Ice Cube, Roy Ayers & Bob Marley
My headphones then,
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