Lyrics:
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered
'Cause shit is
Conscious rappers, get off ya high horse
Hi, thugs! I ain't never sold drugs, am I soft
It's real easy to say you ain't out to get that money
When
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
can't die?
One bullet in each lung, breath then then
You see you're sounding wheezy
And I heard your CD
You and your mandem are talking greazy
I just tell
the women of paradise
I.E. The women who worked their way up, they will say to the huril ain in paradise
We are women who prayed, you never prayed
And we are
shitty, I hate it
I'm not liberal, now, I'm a leftist (you're, you're a leftist)
I'm a leftist (what's the difference)
I'm critical, you heard
Combined
here, you know it's all traps
But you gotta, stay humble
Get some homies got your back when you stumble
Next track to bounce back, we ain't never fumble
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
Things get drastic, express for my plastic
I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick
Grab a hold 'cause you never heard a
Verbal murder like
lips so tightly sealed
But just for you, I'll show you how I am the realest of the deals
Well I Don't know what'cha heard about me
I Don't know what
about the aisle I'll never get to walk us down
Never see you graduate in your caps and gowns
It's 'bout to be 2008, how's this happening now?
I got so
through it, right
And, I'll never forget it I had like eight rhyme books--he'll tell you, he'll tell you man
I just, I went through them motherfuckers I
increasin', never stopped makin'
Last year I was a "rapper" who didn't know anything(anything)
Who?(Who)
How would you think?(What?)
They was always jealous
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
night my wife said her therapist called the cops
But the cops never showed up
My dad gave us a call
Said if y'all want this work you're gonna have
Yeah, yeah oh you gotta love it
Oh you got, oh you gotta love it
I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me
Turn me up so that all the people hear me
Beat so loud that it's 'bout to make my ears bleed
If you haven't heard the message, you ain't heard enough
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