Lyrics:
of niggas ain't built for this shit
I'm just blue with my nigga, trade money
Got me on the sixth, they come from the poor or fifth
I got lines with tricks
there
In 2005 I found cheap recording space and
Sang about the killing ground of Somalia:
"We begin our day by the way of the gun
You don't pay
If you riding in this car
By law you got to shoot your fye for Me
My opp became your opp
When you chose to raise your to ride With me
Four deep in
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
water I'm just lettin' em flow
Woah
I spit fire turn the snow into mist
Pessimism isn't nothin' cus it doesn't exist
I turn by brain on with the flow when
are knives; my audience an ashtray
Fuck you unless you know how to stray
I do country to show how cheap
It is to sweep
Them off their feet
With some
the monsters
Tonight we meet
Use your head
And steer clear of the zombies
They don't want to show up
With an empty tummy
They want your brain
They want your
friends Fit's
Of Depression to play with us
At The Seattle Coliseum
Or playing with Poison Idea at a No On Nine
Benefit in Portland organzied by
Gus Van
sadness
Play chess with an angel
Between good or bad
That's a little gap
But you are the only one
Who can understand
Get close, more close
Come by my side
fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their
I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your
here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
Too $hort, mc
Rap like me, you?ll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you?re doing and you?re sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing?s
my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga,
this whole city on lock
Cause my album's hot
And I know that y'all been waitin' a while
So I'mma hit you with this Full
Metal Jackit like Private Pyle,
tricks
My bitch The Blair Witch
She fixing up a trail mix
A rare eclipse block the sun, now the air is thick
With tension, & I ain't even mention
All
(VERSE 1)
Even though you were fooled
I was on my guard
Cheap tricks for money
The magician man
Tacky gag, whacky lines
He was at this best
will do the trick
One more will do the trick
Still hate in general
Been forced into my mental
There's a chatter chatter in my head
Monsters peek from
my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga,
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
the beauty lost when joy dies
Optimism gives rise and inspires your life
One with the whole never lose sight
Insight into a world made by design
You were made
and the haters start watchin'
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option
I'm back with Cool
the principle
I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge they pimpin' you
All up in the hood, like McDonald's
right now I can't do it
Got a super thick chick with
Some real big lips
And a swear the little bitch
Suck the dick so good
Gonna hit this scrilla like
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