Lyrics:
talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon, cheifin', rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings, mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
With nice players,
now dey wonder now
All the pretty ladies and jeega man
Not to talk of mamma or papa
You should know i'm a born star born star
And I know i'm a rockstar
'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon
Cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon
Through U-City back
to stay
Let me be your man of war I'll take on every single battle
The tree has bore some rotten fruit I'm poisoned by the apple
Broken clocks are right
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock rock!
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock rock!
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock rock!
Gonna rock (What?) rock, rock,
plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
Thinkin' like, back in the days when niggas wore fades
Silk tie caps, just tryna catch a wave
Failures follow one another
And the clock continues to turn
The madness of a man
Blinded by his creation
The nuclear age
Was born from our ambitions
Your
man's world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man's world
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man
His enemies say he's on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
trained me
Went swayze
I went crazy
The streets tamed me
Nothing make you humble like the jungle
Rumble young man rumble
Tryna stack those
Beamer
Ngoma king, Beenie man, sim simmer
Shut dis ting down, takanochi dzima
KaNdex bae kandambo piwa
Kakango svikoti, "Nceli imali, khiwa"
Zvichireva
don't hold your breathe so don't sit by that phone
All Humanities problems stem from man inability to sit in a room quietly by himself
Hmm, Fuck that
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
rupture. Overpowered by the man.
I'm unsure how we got to this existence.
I concur that I don't have the strength to stand.
Trapped in this dimension.
No
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place
the shoe fits
Music moves from your heart
It’s the notes off the chart
It’s the flow from your start
It’s the lift in your arc
When the clock winds down
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