Lyrics:
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Ororororo ro
Wahgwan base10
I dey thank god for life
Ooh no hoo oh o
Yo wahgwan
Kilode
My brother mio le duro
My sister time no dey duro we ni lati
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
steady addin'
This is just a fraction
Blunt matchin' after matchin'
Matchin' after matchin'
All by myself, ask Michael Phelps
Bean pies and Philadelph'
design
Level this up
Till i could find
Some better luck
I've been confined
In a construct, built by grimacing times
I've had enough
I'm not doing fine
a thousand times
The original angel leads us back to the light
Movements in sync
The scars show us our destiny
The original angel leads us to the afterlife
ticking time bomb
Mass hysteria is what we get now
It's so easy to live we forgot how
Nothing is original
Nothing is original
We're used to getting walked
you can do
I do it times ten
Me and myself
It's me and me again
I'm the only one
I'm my only competition
Tell me who you know
Sounding different with
Lazarus
Dust yaself off and place ya bets I'm getting ravenous
The rappin is holding me over by just a fraction kid
The Pharaoh Queen Nefertiti known for
you owe me, baby) [Layzie Bone] See the number one mission be to get this cash And if a nigga fuck with that, I'm a get in his ass I pull the trigger,
a quarter 'til nine
So by 10:15 I got my dick on her spine
Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga
Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up
The grip
this)
Original crooks never get dissed
If we get dissed, niggas get that to the back
5, where he at? (Right here)
Another mission to be dissin'
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
out
We've been down this road too many times for me to count
And all I can think is how
I just want you to be normal
Why can't you bitches be
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four,
the mic and we flip It fifty million ways
They don't know
Sloppy with your flows you bore me at your shows
Whack clothes and pitiful karaoke demos
going Again
Yeah, now it's time for the son of Yah, maan they jacked his name Too
Most don't even say it, the original's in Hebrew
Wondering how they got
and flip it kind of simple
Brothers say, "That's fat," and do it on the demo
From a demo to a promo now a hit on the radio
Next thing you know, they'll
Gotta step back for this shit
(A BIRD, A PLANE, TRAIN) An automobile
An undefined moment flyin' over the hills
I know what I know and
What I don't
I want is a good time
By getting in the 50 yard line and bump and grind
We can get our grub on but I ain't spendin' a dime
Except for (..?..)
[Patra]
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay?
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there
This the word
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
think I'd be a total psychological mess"
out of the imbelicus wombdee, this is lyrical lunacy
From a human being that speaks so fluently
Bars of poetry
in
This city - this is one of my
All-time towns y'all know I stay
Out here but I came here for
The creativity more than anything
Because creativity
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
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