Lyrics:
without tiffany
N-o-r-e, I just lace the heat
I don't complain about the track, give me any beat
I get hed in the wip on any street
I fuck wit clue, other
Gods Pentagram
It's nothin' but love to N@Y, MacDeezy, Ethan Andrew, and of course my boy Cody
Yeah
Let me give 'em one more, I got shit to say
You
make you bleed with every cut from this album
So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer
The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I'm in
exploring the urbanite theme
Picture the setting and picture the scene
This is a personal album, all of the things about me, are not what they seem
This is
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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[Elzhi]
[Elzhi]
The Moment of truth, from the flow in the booth
Is it a classic to blow through the roof
Just ask 'n let me show you the proof
We
loaded and start to begin, release the metal beast within
All as one, in union, scream out loud
Here we are, we're gathered in this hall
United by
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
misplaced
People who listen to music are divided by their tastes
What a waste, this bigotry isn't so different from race
It don't matter where you are
My nigga, my rebeu, R.O.H.2F
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
to limpin'
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means
förstår så jag tog en paus och gav er detta år
Nu när alla släpp jag sitter här och undrar hur ni mår
Svär jag undrar hur ni mår låt oss kasta pk:n
Låt oss
disappear
That's what I do when I rap, that's what I do when I snap
Do not be giving me money 'cause you are not getting it back
I heard your album
and Be-
-atrices
I should say
Your last album was everywhere
And I don't mean that in a good way
We over it
All of us are over it
So we're takin'
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
R.I.P to haters bring out the casket, man (rest in peace)
Talking shit you get hit by me and the JACKETMAN (ha)
Got a lot of shit to say I don't even
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
I be makin power moves
This the type of s*** that I could dedicate some hours to
How are you (hey) gonna bite my this is 40 s***
Gonna pick an album
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