Lyrics:
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
for the life that you gave me, Most High
Oh, Most High God
Everyday is a blessing
Love ya tender caressing
The sweet life lesson you gave
And the sweet
who stink
They gotta be kidding, rather be poverty stricken
Before you properly listen to genocide, that philosophy’s prison
Inspired by movies to start
doing my fucking head in)
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(I'm a gold bullion with lead in)
Bring me Ben Lee, a bit of dry ground
Three sixty
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mornin'
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us
akwuro School fees, our pockets no Fit kill Bills
Okwa ilo bido nwuba ma noo nnem Mapu lee igbe gold, lee Igbe ogodo ya Osi ka ma ilo ga anwue na nkia ka
on
I'm a front-line pusher, for the cheese, I stay on the defense
Stay by the lane and the gutter, bitch, I ain't no sucka
Not the one
Come on now, ah
thrice been scorned
"No other thought, than to love and be loved by me"
"My beautiful Annabel lee"
You're too good for me
You are pure romantic imagery
love that ummm one of my favorite songs Sundays
I like him
Sheesh
I love love that song like love love that song
Fallin
Don't work my wrist to whip no
love 'em and gotta praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothing, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seeing what life has
Causialty to an MC who try to fuck with P, or E-Dub
Catch the burner with the snub, no love
A tight defence, like the glove, so bring it
Any song
in peace to Stan Lee
My banker's full name is Morgan Stanley
I tried to make a song about something other than the money
But the money keeps coming in
loud like
pumpin like, bumpin like
im a bout to hit it right now with a
a little...some of that
i got em singin my song baby
Stagga Lee and we up in
bitches who acquired common sense
Not just broad with the black Chyna butt and Pamela Lee's tits too
I got a whole crew of friends
Who parents straight
I'm just to be fucked on
I got a pretty bitch and I'm pulling on her thong
She say she love my songs the way I'm writing all my wrongs
Modern day
a hurricane
Ever since she left no nothing feels the same
There's the same creature on the sidewalk trying to write a love song
Everything looks right but I
dawa'
If not we smoking on GG
She know the verses to all of my songs
She love when I rap on the P-beat
I'm watching Martin on TV
I've seen it before it's
on a song on some free shit
Pockets too fat like a nigga obese I don't play bout my niggas, I don't play by my team
Man, mama raised a soldier, I ain't
On my Tommy Lee shit
I been drinkin liquor like it's water in this bitch
Passed out go figure, like a sauna in this whip
Cash route gettin bigger, 8
I'm creeping up on these niggas
When the night falls
Mask on hoodie on this is yo fault
Dragging niggas by they legs
Across the battlefield
some periodic breathing
Watch me take titles with all the things that I'm achieving
It's been a long journey yeah hope you like the songs
Finally got
ahh)
Lyrics Written & Performed by Lotus Love (Rachel Vel Phillips & Robin Dale Phillips)
Music Written & Produced by JString for Streethop Music
the first time I saw krs live, rockin' it
I heard resurrection by common sense
Dominant in my psyche
I chose my direction like spike lee
To speak my life
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
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