Lyrics:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Tell me how you been what its like hoppin
I can tell You under pressure I can feel how it is
You can open up to me tell me how you feel
It ain't
Christmas like a lullaby steals across the land
A breeze upon the water, rainfall upon the sand
We celebrate a baby born from spirit into man
stop
The thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah
Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California
Born in Fort July Fourth
God taketh away, and God giveth
The clock's tickin' away as the plot thickens today
Cause I'm sippin' hard liquor
We couldn't suffer the same
I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
My momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
Check it,
placed it in a man on the day he was born
Convicted minutes after, a true natural disaster
Framed for manslaughter, the Hurricane Carter rising
From out
doors to the left you can watch Anna Nicole
Go for a stroll it's two o'clock in the morning
Shine a new light on the city I was born in
I order French
to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightnin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like
a year and day before the birth of I
Woke up on my born, on the same day as Nas
Middle name Lebron, I feel I'm the man man man
I stand on landmines, will
the one to sleep on
I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece
An extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to
Die since I was born
I don't
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces they wrists and
They nuts cut off
make bread so I can feed the whole village
cnd pump life back into the game, penicillin
No one man should have all that power
Clock keeps tickin' I just
Flav clock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by
offense taken, I'm just racin', the savior of man
Crucifix, positive, addition, it's all the same
Given that getting head is cool, but what is it if you
enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes and fans
I'm still recitin' doing shows with bands
Hold my can knowing that I'll float again
under
Nigga really thought I was gon crumble
Step into the pit and cause a rumble
Mosh born baby bitch
I was far from humble
Do my own stunts bitch I
aren't born, they're cultivated
Conned by the con men in the world the marks created
And then he cons himself
He tricks himself into thinking that he is
Check this out
It's like these girls, man
They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man
I can't even deal
Man, that ain't nothin
I had
it buried in your backyard
You were born under a black star
You keep it coming, coming back for more
You keep it buried in your backyard
You were born
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
that I really love, I love when they tell me what the fuck is up
And as below I think is what above
Shit, put that under the rug
Never intimidated by
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