Lyrics:
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
one came back again
A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership
The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs
Head shots by dead shots
don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them
the difference by joining
Some organization or some movement
Let me explain the powers that be
Are families of power with old money
Unfortunately on their
cards
Me and homeboy would go one-on-one
'Cause playing the game is a lot of fun
Sit by the TV and watch 'em all
'Cause Kurtis Blow is rappin'
played a little eight ball, made a few bucks |Dropped a little change in that old jukebox |Time flew by next thing I knew |I went for one but I stayed till
wants a game
He put the golf ball in the hole
And at home he plays golf on his games console
An illegal drop in the pro shop
His name's Mike Balls
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that
cards
Me and homeboy would go one-on-one
'Cause playing the game is a lot of fun
Sit by the TV and watch 'em all
'Cause Kurtis Blow is rappin'
Hercules!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Break it down!
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm
walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga,
frankly, he would too
This game could ill afford to lose him, 'how bout you?
Now guess who (hey), here's a clue (hey)
He came to the ball in his
and waits
He waits until a mean monster starts playing
Then wanders over and watches the game
At the critical moment he takes the cue ball
His henchmen
cheese, grin cause I ball like McGrady
Why bother me with some shit I can't change?
Gotta switch discs cause I'm changing the game
Greedy like Krabs want
at the game
It's a fucked up scenario (it's fucked)
Smoke out my burial, convos with Aerio
I just sat down with the government in Ontario
They're my biggest
Bob and weave
They say I'm bougie cause I don't move without a fee
From playin' on it to workin' all night
Chasin' dreams
Wanna pull out a hundred
Baby boy show up late rerun old news
Any mission possible Tom Cruise
Pulling up now what's my excuse uh
Car trouble illness, what imma choose huh
Get
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
Start the race
Game face
Ready to cross the line
First place
I'm on the grind
Every day
When everyone leaves
I'm here to stay
Beast mode
Unleashed
get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
fitting than the age old game of cricket
It has honor, it has character and it's British.
Now God laid down the rules of life when he wrote those Ten
Everything exotic, I ball with Resilience
The whip the italian my bitch she Brazilian
Cut color clarity ice game is brilliant
Ferrari moon walking no floors no
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