Lyrics:
these people i guess that
You could call it a league
Living deep inside my minds recesses
Full of intrigue
Seven dark and secret egos that
I don't even
wanna join our crew"
And yes I awed the limeys' rhymies so I joined the swabbies
And as I honed my hobby
They became my kemosabes
We had many tales out
on a yacht
And you know how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking one-man army
I'm more "R" than all,
It was so hot back in 1989
We were so young and things were fine
Turned my walkman straight up to eleven
When my tape tangled up only at second seven
the Running Man
Office max my fucking plan, tryna stack a thousand bands
Don't smoke or drink
But that don't mean your whole crew won't catch second hand
Said
Truth you after after fact, shit is wack
Fuck it kill it gimme breath
Psycho villain I'm a threat
Out my feelings like express
Crew on blessed I got
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
death day
They stay on some other shit
Pops shoot, second nut
Inherited his stubbornness skies are grayer
My whole clique despise the Mayor
With dreams
feelin' like a vibe
When I get a vibe I don't think twice
Thought I wanted you for my life
Now I guess it's just a waste of time
Whole crew feelin' like
you need
Cuddie got more options than a lunchable
By the way, she ate the dick, you thought my shit was edible
There ain't nothing green about your
As always i'm on my Trump shit tonight
Let me tell you what it is
Bruh ayy, you know me
I went down seven years of
My life for mothafucka's
Hating me for
step on the scene I'm about grass
Without my team I'd be stuck in the past
Check our degree we heating up fast
No stock pots
Got gold in the files in my
street drug jive
"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my
the Shiggy challenge
Bust it, make it shake, I can't even keep my balance
We on our second date, and I made her pay the balance
'Cause I don't wanna
I
in my mind as a child
I received what will influence my whole life
1991 second encounter with Hip Hop
I saw Boston Phase II Crew dancing at school
whack crews poppin big time trash
Tellin us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10: 30
And by quarter of eleven
Was no longer eight crews
the future holds
I could drown in the depth of depression and fold
Or be crowned as a king surrounded by gold
Celebrating success that my life's bestowed
story or my second worst nightmare
Look over my shoulder I can bet that you'll be right there
Waiting for my loving from today until the next day
Best
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
in two
No matter how many moves you can do (doesn't matter)
I wipe out your whole crew
I wave my blade - one move - iaijutsu
I might give you a second
to pretend, yeah
Get bands, get bands, spend it all on my friends
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
And never let me down (they never let me down)
Everything from my shirt and jeans cost
me 7 G's You ain't gotta go overseas, just holla
at me Leviticus, got it out the MUD, yeah
I'm steady chasin' Mulan,
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