Lyrics:
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
You better get ready to move your toes
So get up,
Get credit ‘cause I edit every jam I make
The promoter, not a quota, what I want I take
No malfunction 'cause I'm touchin' I
Every beat and rhyme real
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
a lotta lightning, but I don't hear the thunder though
You gotta let it roll
I already told you I'm short on time
Fuck your lil' clicks, we do more
stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
with the groove
Lights camera action, I get flashes
Roll the blunt, light it then pass it
Shit, it's potent on its on, baby ain't no need to gas it
You
ain't no tuition for having no ambition
And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home
So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
You gotta do
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
servers of time
Mother of the internet please get your tubes tied
Cause this shit that prevails combines truth with lies
No source differentiates the real
servers of time
Mother of the internet please get your tubes tied
Cause this shit that prevails combines truth with lies
No source differentiates the real
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time
One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will
got it
Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
your door in, anybody snoring
When I bore in's gonna get a full face
Full of piss you're in, deep shit you're in
N-O-V-D-D-D that you're warring
Not
radio let's go
Days fly by, witnessed
But you're caught up in the minute
Mind your own business (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mind your own
Days fly by
How they say I'll never make it i ain't even done
Don't need your 2 cents need blue faces by the ton
Tsai shen I'm his Son
Asian god with the funds
how it feels
Ya gotta keep your faith, it’ll take you all the way
Downtown, Uptown, as we pavin’ the way
So get a sense of the groove, make a funky move
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
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