Lyrics:
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
it's all fact
It's all fact it's non-fiction
Fast forward just a year later
I done drop my first album and
I'm feelin' like I made it
Goin' all around
in her G spot
Cant trust a soul. Lot of niggas like to be cop
And my name JOE im da nigga in da sweet spot
I got a woody now lil shawty givin tree top
even know it until I was well into being a teenager
I didn't get my needs met by the white community
Didn't have the support I needed to thrive
So in
sounds
Trust me, I know
I've been writing almost 10 years and nobody knows
To extend to the public a private piece of your soul
In hopes that this
don't sweat me, I'm nobody
Body, mind didn't make it, still the soul survivor
Accept when it when it's here, but don't need nobody
Nah, PegasuSnow's got
Tyrant tyke
Imma take the whole game out
Smk my name
Gone be worldwide
Man, this album
Gonna make your boy blow up
Escalating I am never gonna slow
to power through it
c year ago I was struggling, wondering how to do this
Now my album's moving, doing everything on my to-do list
'Bout to live all my
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
So if you ever had passed me by
I know
I wouldn't take a chance without my soul
Water fall flows
I got your soul
All about yours no macho joe
Joyride
of Lost Souls
Lost Souls
Lost Souls (A lot of Lost Souls)
Lost Souls
(Yeah)
Yeah, I need A mansion fuck A lease
Or a mini one right next to A beach
And my
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
while ago
Don't let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick style
an F
Jay receives an A for his essay
Spins til you're dizzy
Born to get busy
Is he the Jam Master?
Isn't he, or is he?
And my name is D.M.C.
with no soul at all
SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan
Or even my K'naan I had made
An album in which a
Few genuine songs are all but
Drowned out
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
It's been a long time coming
Too long, too long
It's been in the making a quarter century
But it's here now, it's here now
If by time you hear this
things
Sean, you're not even a rapper, bro
Then why am I on two songs on your album?
Yo, my son got rhymer's block, what a fucking clown
Man...oh wait,
would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass
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