Lyrics:
Mit UV-Farbe schreib ich Texte auf Wände
Denn in meinem Zimmer beobachten mich Rap-Legenden
Und Stand-by LEDs von etlichen Geräten
Geben mir Licht zum
play it like they hate you but they really need ya
Alright let's get it
Aww
Yeah
David took my .25, got a 9 milly
Imma chase the figures till its 9
au réveil tu n'assumeras plus ton clash de puceron
MC, cache tes suçons, rien qu'on lâche des purs sons
Attentat sonore, rien qu'on lâche des gros
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem
Beckett by Phyllis Carey says Catherine
Malloy and I'm searching for Joyce n Beckett. In the Heart of the
Hibernian Metropolis, Joyicity, events of all
every night
Tell me why you don't try
To do more than that guy
While I do it on the fly
Straight from Paris to Dubai
Ya it's sad you don't know
But too
flawless and awesome, it's
Gotta be hard finding time to perfect all your rhymes
Every night at Narcotics Anonymous
Hi Dave, hi Dave, hi Dave!
I'm not
Forces bring me back to floor
Travel by night with my feet feel'n sore
Corset honey wanna pick at my ear
Shit with them lips I don't really care
Not
call on them to help out when there is a threat
But I guess it's because I'm white, if I was black I'd be scared to death
When David Banner asked us
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
Hollywood... tell me something: have you ever met Davey Jones? or Bobby Sherman?
No.. no, I ..
I mean... David Cassady, he's so...
Jimmy Greenspoon, once I...
descendent
From David's line according to human side
The night He was crucified
We can say God died
Who, who do me say that I am (Yeah)
That they denying my
you made it
I could write an album strictly bout injustice
The world that we live in is truly corrupted
Picture those wit no money n 3rd world countries
everyday
Come get your bitch, rich n***a shit Heard you be switchin' like night and day
I hop on a jet and I blow up a pound Runts got me movin' slow-mo
(loosely translated from the Hebrew) by David Rothberg
L’cha dodi likrat kallah. Get ready for the bride Shabbat!
P’nei Shabbat n’kabelah. Let’s all welcome
shade
To anyone who can relate
Will i ever make it? idk it's time to rush
It's the last of the album ain't no time for being judged
Pouring out my heart
feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,
snatch up a doll, met 'n vet vet hol
Till I got intercepted by this old ass dude
Like hoe te fok oom
Hou net op oom
Respect my uncle want soos 'n album gat
dipping your pocket
Slipping the money in my wallet that's the quickest deposit
By the end of the night forget that I got it
Spent it, splashed it splashed
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
David Blaine with ya ride
Round the time where Damon Wayans was Major Payne
And staying off Northborough, it wasn't the safest thang
Scrappin change,
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