Lyrics:
to pray & here it goes
Man all these fake as bantu rapper get exposed
These niggas hoe's, wooo
How they get beat by
The king here, tell these wannabes
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
to your man
When you open what you open mouth covered by your other hand
Brother its the first time that you heard, second time that you played
Expected sands on the mic, son, but, yo', you got caught
By them brothers united, and we're not bling, bling
And ain't no stretch hummers and stuff
We
white hope
Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope
Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack
on the mic, son, but, yo', you got caught
By them brothers united, and we're not Bling, Bling
And ain't no stretch Hummers and stuff
We just doin' our Thing,
came from, you think you the man!
I gave you money, then when your second album dropped
Dubbed you with bad reviews, low sales, and this was the plot
Deep, I`m leaving brothers shook
While you debatin` I`m urinatin` on your rap book
I be Skillz see, the ill East Coast MC
All my peeps down in VA, this
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
selected with the highest scrutiny
I play Mr. Christian and just take mutiny
Cause this is my destiny, a lotta brothers keep testin me
But you haven't
to
distract me, while his parrot looked
over my shoulder and told him what
cards I had by using an elaborate code
involving vomiting, chirping,
rocking microphones sin! Sin!
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"
Tomb is open slap
album
Niggas went out and bought it
Them other niggas they hated I didn’t share the profit
Now they’re dropping emails with the little details
Since I
Artist : UwerMine
Album Title : Single
Track Title : Get It
Track No : 1
Riding with my brims low,
I ain't going fast on the streets
When I turn
He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album?
He put Playboi Carti on, then that
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
choking and my lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it and
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are
possible
And I would like to dedicate this album and every other note
That I play to him you know
(Yeah brother)
City of broken dreams
Check a nigga
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! Fuck that bitch
put that on my brother, nigga, fuck it
Park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive
Nah, just let it run
I'm gettin' high, hope it land
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
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