Lyrics:
the mack inside a cadillac seville *screech*
Too ill, on cuts, the barber of seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin - geronimo!
I feel my high comin down..
The reason why I sound the same
Is cause the truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted like
A lemon in a spirit
If I ain't talking killing I
Must be
change it a bit
You need to hold me back now
I ain't throwin' in the towel
Won't back down
You need to hold me back now
I ain't throwin' in the towel
Won't
out of wood
Like goin' up and not comin' down,
Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound
To the beat beat, you do the freak
Everybody just
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
to go down
Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's
the base hits
So face it the game is now shameless not playin
So slave in some change with your pages
Unleashed from the cages
Yea we breakin out the bars
Sovreign, we done with the bondage
Need more action, way less talkin
No click bait caption, time shift walkin
Tribe is comin, its a new doctrine
Manifest so
in store
This infant so frail must not grow to be strong
The world was at risk if she waited too long
So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep
in store
This infant so frail must not grow to be strong
The world was at risk if she waited too long
So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep
seal it
Sick ven-a-nicious, sound of seven trumpets
Those, synagogs of satan
Will fall down at my feet, knowing not to waken
I'm comin' soon for them,
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
Miranda
Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word!
[Wyclef]
Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jericho Sound, system!
Turn up your
comin in.
Focus
Written by: Da-Quan K. Brown
A reason for running
My future is comin'
Keep it a hundred
I'm deeply abundant
That's what you wanted
I died for the game
On a short list of who would
tear our people down by not making a good choice
We, the peace Militia of Marni, guide the carnival
Inaugurating change, a greener future is our
You remember our scaled backs
Mouths agape by the lake all black
Guttural yell and we're slick with slime
Under the surface, all we've got is time
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
Unpredictable shot is critical
To analytical analogy, insurance policies why
Said he know that sounds define the note
Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck
Like they always copy mannerism but they never start
From the very root of it's being and that is how can I be me
Locked in a realm of bliss (Bliss)
(Sauce muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(And now you want to act bold, but hold up)
(Pay attention to the scheme)
(Sauce
Something's underneath
I take everything
As it goes
Even if you say
What the future holds
The sunlight stays
Always in my eyes
And when it gone it's good
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