Lyrics:
it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers,
waiting on my albums
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
Rhyan, it’s happening
Phone blowing up, and all his homies want to rap with him
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can
to get a dose
This beats scammer made, but j is not involved
Pour 5 gallons of acid on him, his body is dissolved
But hey look at the bright side, thats
did the fuckin' cover
Shout out to motherfuckin' Peach, man
Without that, without that guy
Without his love and his, his admiration for music
It taught
album and it's gonna be great!"
And I'm
Taking all of the love and all the advice
And I am making music whatever the sacrifice
But never faking, 'cause I
"Oh he barely talks about being biracial" Really?
On his old shit he only mentioned it once
I can't count it on a hundred hands
Just on his third album
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
my album
Take it my album
Morope ma hustle kin to gbe ori wo music
Amon oluwa loni Panasonic
knew her way back when
And if you think Cat Stevens
Couldn't be my god
'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
I bought all his albums i listened, I
mind
I'll be fine
This life is mine
I'll do it all by myself
By myself
By myself
This is the story of a guy named Nic
When he found his passion about
his reasons
And I know my time gon come
I done went by a hundred seasons
Niggas filled with hate and I can't relate
Not sorry I've been dreaming
But I'm
There's a melody that passes through this town
Words and Music by David Mallett
sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my
Dear Bryson, I was a big fan of your music, I thought you were cool
I'm in college i told everyone about you at my school
But I was playing your
her brains out until she had a heart attack
Now her corpse is in a body bag, in the trunk of his Pontiac
Down by the lake is where I just parked it
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
on and right by my side
There's a Bible in hand and I trust in His plan, I guess you wouldn't understand
Here's the call, promenade, roll away to high sashay,
count the ever-present memory
Of his disappointed father but
The other shadow
Was a ship: the Battleship Ringo
Owned by music industry giant EMI
Before
kept the peace despite his name
And the mighty Longstone Blarger kept the men all on their game
Jim and Willie Newell loved the music and it flowed
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
young man, filled with a mass of potential
Today, we remember him for his kind, caring and brotherly attributes
Methodical Manners was put together by
and I was most happy
When I lived down in Shadewell with his Nunny and his Pappy
Our passion was music and we made a couple albums
Probably wouldn't do
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