Lyrics:
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T,
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
ALL BUT JUST A SMALL HANDFUL OF NATIONS?
IT'S A PAPERCLIP OPERATION
BY EVEN THE MOST REASONABLE EXPLANATION
IT MAY WELL BE THE SINGLE LONGEST
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III:
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
take pride in that you know this is my favorite project so far
My previous favorite was The Trilogy, this is my new favorite album to listen to by myself
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
that sleepy hollow
Now they want to ride
But 9/11 the pot holes
Make it N.F.L
And play life like the Broncos
never drag my child's mom though
Stressing my hand so far back, think my arm broke
That's why I pull up to the booth and let my 9 go
All white bronco
to the Bank though
From small town got smoke By the boat load
Real deal stepper walk shit With his eyes closed
Yeahh
With his eyes closed beans After perc mix
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
Album version continues below
Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D.,
through the cops
I'm on the streets, gotta pa** heat everyday
Before I leave my rest, yo I got to pray
My nine spray, get me caught up like boom jakes
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
I think it's gonna be a good day
Homie got the nine in the glove and he don't
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Tyrant tyke
Imma take the whole game out
Smk my name
Gone be worldwide
Man, this album
Gonna make your boy blow up
Escalating I am never gonna slow
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