Lyrics:
by your house last night
Saw you turn on your bedroom light
Whatever happened to our plans
Why'd you leave me for that other woman
Chorus 2:
young man
An me will surely give di remedy
One by one
Born Jamericans is di crew
From the streets of Washington
Where nuff people smoke crack
on that pass by you style
Is it real, is it real
Like you want it to be
Does eveythang come to you complete
Is it real, is it real
Is it worth your wild
and their flow they bite me uh
Don't do anything unlike me uh
Use a different flow. Unlikely uh
You can have my style but one thing you'll never be is Icy
the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
got my own
I'm liking that girl so I'm taking her home
Glock in my hand that bitch is so handy
Get money like grant. She took me for granted
Keep her by
I gotta bounce, my phone might be tapped,
you know my code, get back to me wit an
update.
Tray Lee: Word up, this serious business
your bifocals
Your style is local, I sit on beats in Acapulco
I put words together like Peter Jennings
And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming
who lets him know
That he ain't got it all together, his name is reverend dr. lee
Reverend lee, he went to the water, and he prayed to the lord
About
them with the Hiroshima Kong Fu chop
Ow
You ain't a rapper, who you 'tryna fool?
That ain't a grill that's a gold tooth
Well, me I brush my teeth
Smokin' that gas, yeah I got a tank-full
Got a side bitch, got a main hoe
Magic in my hands, Criss Angel
But I'm no saint though
Get the bag in a flash,
a bitch
Buck you
Never trust you
Never loved you
Never was you
Imma touch you
Imma bust you
Imma crush you
Mother fuck you
That's my nigga
and me
That was the reason, as all men know
In this kingdom by the sea
That the wind came out of the clouds that night
Killing my, my Annabel Lee
Don't involve my name with no mix-up
Pole on my waist, got my 'ting tucked
Have your mum putting flower by
Your grave while pouring
That liquor like she
Testing poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
Like
That's the way it's supposed to, makes ya hot
Much hotter than a toaster, style elevates
like a roller coaster
Chorus
Verse Two: Busta Rhymes
Gucci minx got steez dont need help
Scoop t's, timbs and b's
Need that gwalla on deck if you request the g
Difference is, you fuckin thotty's
And my
the reason that, long ago
In this kingdom by the sea
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And took
to go
You can't compete yeah
It's my style style style
This world is one big mirror
One look and I'm good to go
You can't compete yeah
It's my style style
And this was the reason that long ago
In this kingdom by the sea
The envying angels sent a north wind
Upon my beautiful Annabel Lee
That the wind came out
out was Ben 10 and Fredrick Givens
Everybody that come around take my style and try to steal it
Knowin' that I make Mazi smile, I don't bow down, I'm
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
pretty women by my side
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toes and I say
Cleveland is that (oh), Cleveland is the (oh)
Cleveland is the reason I'm cool
talking about JPEGMAFIA
went and gave the Peggy name to JPEGMAFIA
and that ain't no shade hope my brother never lie to ya
Crying was the obvious
When I
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