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My skin peeling from my trip why don't you say sum[00:14.98]I've been leaving while im lit I gotta face them[00:18.05]Fuck an eddy of the street I
Stay all night, why don't you stay by my side?[00:19.17]I don't know what we could do[00:20.90]But spending time with you is alright[00:23.13]I don't
Sipping the double cup I keep a double right by the toaster[00:32.62]Trap house it jump out the the gym we gone put that lil boy
stop[00:39.38]Just for a second, one fucking moment[00:42.32]Let me catch my breath, I think by now I'm owed it[00:47.94](I think by now I'm owed it)[00:49.07]Can't
problems are small[00:39.72]Compared to the blessings that's sent to us all[00:41.33]I'm employed by God, so I could never be fired[00:44.12]I said now,
reaching the surface
Trying to find my purpose surrounded by souless serphants
In a world where they obsessed over perfect
I'm feeling flawless in my mind
to be rich
Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit
droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key
backed up by
Hop
From where you'd least expect it
Arrested Development lead by Speech
Emerged from the cloud of dirt
On a Georgia dust track
With some southern fried
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry,
Cause run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked whig
Microphone's in control
So ready explode
Motherfuckers need
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
got me swinging, bobbing back and forth like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones with broken English
Make your mama be like "Ooh, this is good!
a pimp
Next thing I know, I'm tellin' lies again
Sellin' dreams to hoes from everything I know
Grab the microphone then I spit these flows
I came in this
In the back of the bottom drawer
Of the dresser by our bed
Is a box of odds and ends
That I have always kept
But the man who sleeps beside me
He ran his wife Lurleen in his place and she won by a landslide.
He's most famous as the beligerant racist voice of the segregationist south,
Standing
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
I cut another tree down to pass the time
While I watch a lifetime pass me by
Looking back on old days, glassy-eyed
Watching years go, like my
were the stories thatwere told
Said he wanted to be a football star
Most could probably see him making it that far
By age 10 he was studying at the best
were the stories thatwere told
Said he wanted to be a football star
Most could probably see him making it that far
By age 10 he was studying at the best
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