Lyrics:
You fly in circles around my head
While I sit on the edge of my bed
I cry, oh, what have I done again?
It's hard not to hate who I am
It's hard
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
Shit, where I'm from, everybody got a tool
Kp said, "You post your wins, you got to repeat 'em again and again"
But see I was born for greatness, why
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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Is this on?
Ayy
Butterfly kisses
Tell me three wishes I'll make four happen, yeah
Call it wishful thinking, call it intuition
But I could see
return again
The thrill of passing fancies
Takes the place of golden grains
The people who would honour
cnd the people who beguile
In battle born of wonder
lap, but Suruchi was on the watch
She pulled Dhruva by the shoulder and asked, Where are you going Dhruva?
Dhruva tried to wriggle himself out of her
ain't nothing like some sex on a Friday night
But then again nothing like some sex any night
After that gotta go got appointments girl
I'm a doctor, I got
envy you and you envy me
A toast to us both, may the grass stay green
I can't miss a thing, freeze on three
Every story it is told by the luck and key
that melanin like the Euphrates
Born again, ready to die for my baby I'm Bonnie and Clyde in the back of Mercedes
Meditate, levitate, rapture my baby We
it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time
penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time to build
it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time
I'd expect
One of my homies Copping my sips
Three AM Post EKM
Swimming then we dipping in again
Yeah your bitch thought she was hard
When she was
That's a, born killa
1- A treal nigga
2+3- Big time, dope dealer
A real nigga, that get it how I live on it
Fuck with born killas, dope dealers and real
on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
And tell him never have a friend
Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I
on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
And tell him never have a friend
Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I
I was born one-three, one-ten, in a world of oppression to a nigga 26 years old
Momma had to take me to the lectures
22 years young
What a blessing
5, Month 6 went by
Hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out
A date and time septemeber 14th, 73
Get ready world
Doctors in the front
Need Time
Master Need Rhyme Mosafir l3awalim Through Ariphes
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Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
I known a thrill
The world was simply standing still In your arms I'm born again
And we are floating down that River Jordan
Take me back
snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
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