Lyrics:
flashin
Slow up Ock, before you get dropped and closed like a caption
Fractional kids don't know the time for action
Styles got the rhythm that
to the fake nigga Flash-in
Slow-up Oc before you get dropped
And closed like a caption
Fractional kids don't know the time for action
Styles got the rhythm
my country and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope
Figure or Dundee, the original Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I
to talk
Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga
I gotta lotta time to eat MC's like piranhas
I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick
before their time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's
I brought that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
original, that's a lie
Niggas say he on, that's a lie
Niggas and they post, that's a lie
They'll look you in your eye and tell you every-time
You can miss me
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
Heard you a shooter
But you wouldn’t hurt a lil fly
Your girl like my dick on the side
I don’t got time for the jit
Cause most of this time
I simply
bang I dropped five guards
In the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay today
Will I raise my gauge
Oh God
How will I teach
[Originally by Eagles]
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw
you let your tongue run loose
You try to set me up, so you can have my juice
My name is seven letters, my shoes are too big
It's burrial time
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
[B-Real]
I remember times I hustle, times I struggle
Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle
People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my
with the planets
Triskadekaphobia lyrics, outlandish
My shit straight from the soul, god damnit
It's the one time only, vernacular original
no rickey lake
Time don't stop and black don't quit
Flows stay locked y'all can't do shit
Hard not soft get off my dick
Eyes on the clock I charge by
Mmmmmm (uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
It's my time to shine (peace to all originals)
Ohhhhh (peace to all those gone)
Yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A.
lights my momma saying slow down Shay
Original block boy no time for decoys
They all fake
Don't come round with that bullshit
Find you H-Block hanging from
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
acknowledge the, original peoples not Oliver
Y'all will get the next challenger for Ex Calibur
I'm, more police for my core beliefs
They tried to capture me
The land of greed shall be cursed
The signs were shown to Belshazzar
I might reside on Earth but my ancestors once danced on the moon
The lessons taught in
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
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