Lyrics:
The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid
shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners
"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands..
the jackpot
Nigga
Made the studio a crack spot
Gambling with tracks
Like I'm trying to hit the jackpot
I mean it's enough money in here for all of us dawg
I
calming sound that makes MC's feel how I feel
You best to chill bitch and eat a booger
Word up or get cut up by the juga
Razor blade sharp RZA
Word shame
Flexin on dese niggaz like a bicep
By any means we gon eat
(Chorus "Lolo DaBoss")
Who you know kill a track like me
Dish it out get it back
Make it
'Cause we got no highclass here
There's no chamber music, this is not even a room
But we're getting more and more
Anyway you go in, you're expecting
I'm dirty, but I'm still the bomb
And tonight we gonna party like it's Ramadan
I'm from the church of funk here to bring you the news
We got the cure
Manny Fresh in the cut all turned up
Used to tell my homeboy slow down
Laughed at me clutchin' on the four pound
Nigga bumped his head 'fore I came
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
feet
"No surrender and no retreat"
[Evidence]
Uh, uh, yo, worldwide
From great heights we take perish by night
And lay by day from sonic doodalay
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
screaming "Oh how sweet it is to be loved by you"
The dirty rats you shoot me in the ass
So I don't know what happens when I free my mind
Oh, the cuts
Stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go
To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw
Styles that show up, I blow
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
I've been living my path to death
Mundane the visions filled with so much depth
Years go by, I even forget
Until the day comes when premonitions hit
wouldn't have to feel this pain
Yeah, here's to you and all the knives you put in my back
Hey, but at least your life's on track
I don't wanna be mad, I just
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
here with this thang
It's all delicious baby
[Verse 3:]
I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three
Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC
I
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
Music
Everything here down Hip Hop/Rap/Rhyme - talk/sing blend
MUSIC: TRACK #: 43806 - I WILL SURVIVE - 3:06
Track/Keywords: Hip Hop, rapper, street
from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak
Jacks all day.
It's a patriotic scene, all that's missing is the Queen,
But she said she couldn't make it of a Tuesday.
Then something wells up here
Yo he's full of it
Yeah
Yeah Yeah come on now
(you can have the track)
Somebody somebody somebody
If you wanna party say party: party
Say party:
heaven
Cut and bleed mе dry take another life
You'rе the killer of my pain
Ripped apart by something
Inside me left from those days
Walking with
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