Lyrics:
à Mars
I can't see a thing, but I can hear a mouse piss on cotton
My style is rotten, spoiled by vets who protect they necks
Do the knowledge
and it happens to you
We live the same struggles and that's the truth
But this world we see try to cut us apart
So we try to heal by creating art
If I
hit gold
These muhfuckers won’t let the biz show
Showbiz dictates that you live low
So infatuated with the intro
Punch in, tick-tock
In comes
smells like her perfume
And I wish I didn't feel so used by my
One and only golden muse
You
Your body is my painting
Your soul is my song
Your mind is
which one of those I'd rather heed
As I'm sure would the rabbit
Who only wants to live and breed
I write each and all my songs
Always have done all
drive by
On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies
Niggas think they wavy but ain’t gotta surf board
Live from the West where we quake the earth’s core
drive by
On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies
N***** think they wavy but ain’t gotta surf board
Live from the West where we quake the earth’s core
Don't pay attention (attention) to people
Take care (care) of yourself
Oh yeah okay (okay) it`s so simple
Muse muse, please muse!
Why do you live so
reality Show and showbiz
What they need ?
A punch in the face, they fake the world we live in
Even my smolderin' blunt, keep thinkin' !
About the world
Finesse is live on the mic so come and see him
With the new flavor, that's why I'm gonna stay fly
It won't hurt to lounge and drop by and say hi
So too
and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them
We came, we saw, we broke the fuck out
You play, you lay, but if you give good hay you can stay
Hey,
on the money, you know I'm makin' it
I do it live, so you know I ain't fakin' it
Five foot eight, standin' ten feet tall
And if you ask me why, it's like that
mind is playing games
But I know I'm not sober
I'm drinking to get by
Singing to get high
Screaming on paper
But it doesn't feel right
I don't believe in
Design with the sounds of Dilla
We call it Plug Tunin'
(Are we on the air?)
We in the D tonight y'all
(Are we on the air?)
We live with Dilla tonight
(Are
and at night
Write to faint old flames by dim candlelights,
Hey, hi, hello, dear, to whom, for you: I am
Ruthlessly uprooting the usual route
In lieu of some
the partys falling though
You need a funny guy, to put some laugh in your lives
It started when you teased me I stayed mute for the funny
The act left me so
want to get in a fight
I want to put it to math
I want to live in your laugh
I want to get surgical
Put myself under your knife
A microscopic intrusion
Every day I see ghetto kids impressed with showbiz
But they live their life on the thread
Junkies and King Pens surround them
Passing through school
Wrong - I'm not talking show-biz
Life - Is what you got to live
Some try to take, and some try to give but it's real
You know what I mean
This
And I said "Well, of course!"
She came and sat down on my lap
She smelt just like mint sauce
She told me I had what it takes
To make it in showbiz
She
live
See, me I want the show doe, some get no dough
It's up to you though, choose your own path bro
But remember when you live by the pen
Yo kid,
Trimmin the excess, sweatin the freshness
Said he would Stress less by reppin' his bench press
The bars off his chest was the Main Ingredient
To Stardom Mos
n fuck up this cult
Death toll women lives are trivialized with any kind of assault
Warzone my survival guides within me By default (By default)
forgetting the time
Wait in line for an hour for a ten-second ride, no pause then rewind
Because in our minds we would live forever
Consequences at later
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