Lyrics:
There was a sound in the town
And it followed us around
It was loud, it was proud
It was coming from a crowd they were glad
And they had a scene that
Lost. Wandering in search of the truth
Without returning all the way back
Roaming is an incomplete play
Synthetic spirits, barcoded souls
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
On The Beat
We be in the studio behind them scenes
Memories, realties and many things
I'm just counting up, all these broken dreams
Headed down my road
by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
I'm tired of telling you I got nothing to hide
I'm in the studio at night you think I'm out
baby)
To all the ladies in our lives, you heard
Strong independent women, come on
Yea, huh
What you think gangstas don't cry get hurt by lies
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
I'll come ridin solo in yo city like a Tesla
You still far behind lil nigga u need to catch up
I ain't slowin down cuz i gotta run this check up
Aw man
Asking where you be at
I'm hugging on my cup
Like we in love and I need that
Burn inside my chest
Like a dragon that's fire breathing
Need a decon
All my
behind
Broke both his feet
He didn't land so neat
See him climbin' up the stairs using his knees
Looked in his eyes, he didn't seem complete
Come
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
everyone's eyes just to feel seen
Behind your make up nobody knows who you even are
Who do you think that you are
'Cause it's your scene (it's your scene
I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards,
the letters
Murder I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground
You're time is up
Three fifty in the studio
Bustin out tracks
Got Alize
Got Chandon to relax
Spot my bro
Ran through the door frantic
No need
too clean, when Im on the scene so you better watch out
I'm in this for love, I'm in this for money, lil' nigga, this not clout
And I go way too hard,
I'm all up in your airports
Your bluetooth and wi-fi
Severing landlines like
Technological drive-bys
I'm writing up the virus and
Your spyware will
gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all they did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back
an impact on my back
You square it up
Look it up and down
Cannot see the behind
So you circle round and round
You take your axe and you
Throw it in the side
the studio
always focused with the releases
handling all this bussines you got to know it
you got to proof it
I do it because I love it not behind
I like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head
like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head
like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head
Less Yes's, more No's
and less Yes's
More No's and less Yes's...
A studio audience's general anesthia itch
Remedied by 'chop sui generis'
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