Lyrics:
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
Forget your past now
Your last day’s passed
Regret how fast sounds
New sights have passed by
Try to grasp at the time
And forget to grow past
What brought
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
grew ties Reaching a new high
Bonded through R'uustai Soldiers of Wutai
Brothers I'm true by Ask em would doom lie
You buggin so shoo fly
I'm mad
enough focus
Bring the revelation new Testament
Out with the old in with the new
I don't arise who will It's maybe the fact I got no more refills
For my
found! we wish they'd say
As if help was on the way but like the song by RA we play they never came
And they will not
The Cassandras were not wrong
The Devil makes work
For idle hands to do
So keep 'em in the air
Whilst I say unto you
Behold my admission!
A testament to my art
Well, you knew I'd
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
or press, but with the power of the word could just
Pass ideas in our heads like birds in nest,
You gave birth to a new sound like D. West,
Should I be
forgive you, dawg
That's why I wrote this song Things ain't the same, but we gotta move on
I'm building a new home I'm in a new zone
I'd rather choose peace
and did an album with No I.D.
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
he knows it's a P-ting
Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting
Like "Yo boss it's me again
Yes it's me again" show me your new Ed
My garments, cost
life
Never been accepted in my life
But, now my true form comes to life
I'm not a fan of all of these new guys
I wanna think, I'm better than you guys!
I
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
by senators
Backdoor'd the bucks like they Giannas is
Throw it up, we know what's up
Like finger flickinologist
Finger licking anonymous
Ether in my
I can say it all
Yo
I can say it all with no curses. News to you scouts, when it comes to bars you need a few bitches to get the word out.
These
me to follow their path to the afterlife
I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by
New metaphors
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
.O.C.
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
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