Lyrics:
with my crew, tee's ripped brutally
Going it alone but it's nothing new to me
Solo growth to gold coast, my flow go like Euterpe
Y'all don't like change
the moonlight
Feeling weak til we entering a new tide
They wanted us to start a bran new crew why
When I got God by my side in my new life
No longer need to walk
The language of machines
Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course
Synthetic conspiracy
The language of machines
Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course
Synthetic conspiracy
hymn is for your consumption
New York prestige seduction
Make your crew malfunction
Know thyself
We at the function
Vivienne Westwood corset disruption
Ian letting shit ride
Pull off in that new Mercedes Benz Wit yo bitch all on my side
Niggas always popping at the mouth But ain’t doing shit when I
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
I am born
I am me
I am new
I am free
Look at me
I am young
Sight unseen
Life unsung
My eyes have just been opened
And they're open very
new motion
When you down bad ain't no one to call
All of 'em stepped your crew bogus
Beam on the front of my new toaster
Double cup bitch give me two
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
on
Lone Catalysts, rocking to the break dawn
Make a sucker new jack be gone
He kick his shit, I be like
Yo, you puttin' me on?
You wanna battle? Out
coach I'm ready to play
Pursue all night and all day
Me and the crew we came here to slay
If it sounds like I'm speaking your language
I'll turn you
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
I'm paranoid and sick of this
World's misconception of things I did
My language poured across this wrist
In a metaphoric disaster
My guess, I'm
I'm paranoid and sick of this
World's misconception of things I did
My language poured across this wrist
In a metaphoric disaster
My guess, I'm
of empty, I've been looking for my heart,
In the dark
So much love in the stars
Ya There's beauty in the art
Ya New York nowadays beauty aint the same
All
pop
corks I pop New York with a dot til import
The art then the craft, will split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft
Packin packin pack it up, art's a gift let's wrap it up
Yessir I'm gettin' the letters to put em order, I gotta disorder I'm hoarderin'
All
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
from the go go don't stop
That is why my shit still pop
I get icy I'm sorry
I gotta protect my heart
I'm on crusade for the art
I'm on new page
New start
/
Neanderthal pandering whore /
Hormones make whores moan /
Mona Lisa /
Lease a car /
Car phone /
Phonograph /
Graphic language /
Language Arts /
Arts
I am born
I am me
I am new
I am free
Look at me
I am young
Sight unseen
Life unsung
My eyes have just been opened
And they're open very
generation destroyed by madness
Starving hysterical naked
Dragging themselves through the
Negro streets at
Dawn looking for an angry fix
Angel headed hipsters
Families sitting for their Sunday hash browns
Young and confident, we saw our fates
Art! revolution! Not to sail domestic straits
Come on by a movie
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