Lyrics:
Yo, I'm spitting rhymes, hear the boom bap sound
Ayy
Classic beats and lyrics, that's how I get down
No autotune needed, just raw flows, no doubt
Yeah, go
Lil Turner come make a wish like oddparents we'll make it true
These niggas be cappin' inside they songs, I can't hear the lyrics even if
touch on my wrist
I saw your target practice
Every shot was a miss
Is that where all your lyrics went?
Right off the paper?
Stolen by the imaginary
Shitty
you lose your link on the chain.
You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road,
All that they are doin' is all that you have
helpless on the outside of the door
Bm E A
And you started building links on the Chain.
Bm D E A
On the Chain, you started building links on the Chain
hood like UPN,
Live like showtime for life time,
(Ballin like ESPN)
Yuh,
My chain outta site,
Look to hard get blind by the light,
My and my click be way
Lyrics
Lyrics thats gonna help this beeeeeeaaattt hit....only facts in the lyrics..... That i choose to spit....the shit that gets produced..like
the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
Even if I
the one one who waits
Bound by chains
Counting down til the end of days
Power is evil and
Evil is ours
Praise for the demon
That made who you are
Ribbit
yeah, yeah yeah, I got winter chains
Oh yeah, yeah yeah, I got winter chains
Asaph lemme by
Once I air it they get fried, woah woah
Lotta ties, on they
another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yourself
Bet you won't, meet
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin sure I get the last say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you
Fuck around, they take your son
My niggas had the right to run
We twist our fingers into guns
They get torn apart by the son
You can't thrive
the lyrics someone lent
Stuffed with all these pretty words
But you had no idea what they meant
But people were thrilled by your elegant monotone voice
By
Sitting by the river
Thinking about the days gone by
And an old lover who got away
How I mourn the passage of time
I feel inspired to jot it down
made by eskimos
I got extra dough
I got a cold wrist
Look at my pinky ring
My ears look like froze piss
How much yo chain?
How my much my chain?
That's
Lyrics like jiu jitsu with the choke hold
Ice in my veins you can say I'm stone cold
It's the high mans dojo
We gotta the Buddha and the funk by
She my dancing balarina
Pussy nice and it's sweeter
Pouring bubbly by the litter
She fucken' with a real one cause she know that I don't need her
this outrageous filth.
Senator trible?
Rape, incest, it's outrageous filth...
Sexual violence
Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child
chicken?
Or chicka-chick-chick-jerk-jerkin' your chain
Twenty two jerks in a jerk circle
Or is it a circle jerk?
Or wait a minute what am I saying?
I have never heard this song by Kenny Rogers, and as far as I know a man named Tom Jans wrote it. The only person I have ever heard sing this song is
treasured
I paint "legendary pictures" with a genius in tune
To use "the voice" with more "spice" than a scene out of "Dune"
Directed by Denis Villeneuve,
chain then a nigga gone have to kill me
I put it in my lyrics swear to god you gotta feel it
I been snatching chains I been bussin' niggas brains
Take it
to be gettin
I got too timid to bust those garbage ass lyrics
I could tell by the way you kick it, you don't live it
Everything that could rhyme was
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