Lyrics:
content with his nine-to-five and it seems
His homie is getting distant on him
The music got him away from the routine so Corey said he got different
making him a modern day Castrato,
If such a rumor were true,
Michael Jackson more than likely would have some of his semen preserved
before the surgery
and that's just my Mum and Dad
You need five attributes to be successful in music
Talent hard work determination money and luck
Let's dissect...
Number one
Had to do it, the 90's are back
Mega, Ran, let's go
This is Mutant Music, spark the revolution, do this
This is Mutant Music, X-Men, yes, it is
passion for the game
And he knew some how they would know his name
Worked real hard and was making the grade
Was living for the music but didn't want
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
get tagged
Fuck up his head like a durag
Relapsed again, I'm like why did I do that
Heard someone lookin' for me
Pull up then I'm by my Vlone, no V
Make
play ball or sling rock
Once he making money he don't really give a fuck
Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me
So now ya can't run
the devil he's sly, he'll defy, weak guy
Demonic lullaby
With evil music, his army will multiply
So the lord you must glorify
Because his powers will magnify
And jobs and every 10 years, blah, blah
Blah but I don't have a
Desire to not continue
Making music when I left Chicago and moved
To New York, it wasn't
solved by the abolition of MUSIC, chances are that most
people would believe him and think that the illegalization of this obnoxious form of
noise
That's five minutes up for my life
So I been looking for this and I'm grown now
Y'all better know this
Y'all tryna push me, getting my troubles up
Making moves down South to avoid the chaos
And never, flaunt the coin 'cause dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so
the world every time that we drop
You can tell by music that lil boy a flop
Balenciaga hoodie you know that it's copped
Said don't play with the men got his
standpoint of the music that
I write and I think Varèse would
Have done the same thing
He was hampered by composing at a time
When the electronic facilities
to comatose, so dope, you overdose
Get back, you overclose, oh no
Whole hood loved son and then I blessed 'em with that Polo
Niggas was making music and then
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
TyReezy you make what I call swag music man
That's just something I want to play with the top down
Going down you know the 101 in LA or the 405
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
16th Chamber, temple number five
Somebody said it's on
If it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up
With my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
who can shine
I'm a star boy making light please just call me Doctor Light
Ain't no music major ass but fuck it major music coming out my ass
I fucked
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
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