Lyrics:
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
God knows
If it's on it's on I ain't raising no dust
Lyrically obliterate every fucking rapper on your roster
That night on the show was really
young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the motherfuckers that they packaged
Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
Bring
The machine is wonderful. I'm just overwhelmed by the quality of the
Machine and the quality of the analysis and the labour, intense
Labour, which has gone into
muthafucka, I don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
It's
written and composed by Ben Kohn Tom Barnes Gavin Jones
Peter Kelleher T. Jay
See I know it's been a while
Since I've been feelin' dry
I can tell
It's the rhyme, it's the beat, the vibe all together
That makes the competitors sound like this
Really do I care, yo, I let down my hair
When
It's the rhyme, it's the beat, the vibe all together
That makes the competitors sound like this
Really do I care, yo, I let down my hair
When
wrong
It's like they're rappin over the beat from the previous song
I get the impression that they really don't care
what it sounds like as long as it's
course.
KWIRK
It is?
CHAPLAN
It is. Isn?t that wonderful? Space is so vast! There are so many possibilities.
KWIRK
Chaplan, this is
with how to get by
You want something more, you open that door
The trill is a feeling that your can’t ignore
It’s heaven on earth, and that’s when you
with how to get by
You want something more, you open that door
The trill is a feeling that you can’t ignore
It’s heaven on earth, and that’s when you
mean by that?
CHARLOTTE:
I don’t sound as I do in the film! I don’t sound like that.
DEVIN:
Now, our microphone is not top of the line, probably not
Once there was a boy and girl
Boy said "I love you so"
Girl said "I'll never leave you"
They grew older and left each other
'Cause that's the way
Big guap, what we on
Stock up, that Dow Jones
Stepped out, covers on
Turn good girls into freak hoes
Drip down like leak clothes
Mix Palm Angel with
nine
Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse--he's howlin' right on time
He's
peace of mind
On the westbound number nine
Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy
I want you, by my side, like that Jadakiss song, the sounds of
Love making, that's our favorite song, I want you
More and more, you my Cherie Amor,
We need to decide
Find an end to this game
Such wonderful times
Many natural highs
Love is a flame, that we can never tame
On again... Off again
Why…
Head high but slow pacing
No racing cruise meditating
Think about Franklin's but it can't be dictating
My decision-making that sound crazy
Chill
Aw man!
Put that ol' dumb horn down
Hey, Jazzy
Jazzy
Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like
He-he-ha!
1-2-3-4
Now that's a record!
over waters that we was swimming the other night
The sound butter you could cut it with a butter knife
Meditation in the morning word to Michael Knight
the get go
And they love how it sound off the headphone
If that boy talking down then I show em them numbers
How I get my payback like Venmo
Told em write
Shadows of my memories
They kept me above the seas
You'll never find your remedy by playing ghost
All the things we used to do when we were laying by
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