Lyrics:
What did you care?
etc. etc.
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Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun
And I dress to a T
You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali
And I dress so viciously
I got
through, so seckle, cuz
I'm the superior style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you
Can hear me ta -
Bust through the, microphone
Pure skills,
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord, won't you let me know?
Or give me one more reason to go?
When all your love is
Billboard singles
Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause
he is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be
fuckin with him all
Burning airlines give you so much more
How does she intend to live when she's in far Cathay
I somehow can't imagine her just planting rice all day
Smack booked me twice
Got you pussies tight
But look it's like I don't really
Give a fuck Jaz The Rapper
You know how Jaz The Rapper don't really
Fuck so
and talkin that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other motherf***ers want to stand strong
So you
scratches a beat, and a Diamond Shell rhyme
Plus my rhyme takes you higher than that crack you buy
So take flight with the Captain and give Shell a try
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I'm
while they rest
So white people please tell us how long must we endure
We’ve tolerated too much, we can’t tolerate no more
What am I really saying to you
as Stan gave
You know when airlines give you frequent flyer miles?
Trainline need to do that for me, Martin Guymer style
'Cause fronting like you're living
[Chorus: Treach]
So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much
So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?
- So what are you saying Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
Here's
the pimps and players
You gon' feel me baby when I get there
I'ma give you what you want so I can get what I need
We can get hella freaky while we smoke
by tomorrow you will see
Yeah you got to live to be wise
If you know you wanna see the inside of the eye
World is so old people there are living fine
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give
(Burning our black skin)
My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N (Burning our black skin)
I Get Around like Tupac, just bought a new glock
And I want what you got
So
're feeling from
Yourself on the inside
There's so much upkeep on that
Shit so much upkeep on
A lie but at least everybody else is cool
With how you carry
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much, 'cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you want to be
That words
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