Lyrics:
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
nobody wanna pay me
Bitch I want my quarter back like I'm Tom Brady
Once I write my name all the other ones fading
I'll I do is work while these
A vznikne ti milion
Za ty dva roky
Jenom něco málo přibylo
Jen lidi odešli
A možná to dobře bylo
Topil se v tom shitu měsíce
Ne jen pár týdnů
Dodělám to album
Konečne nejaký sídliskom nepokazený človek
Podávame si ruku a hneď začína spoveď
Hej Gleb čo máš nové? Všetko nové
Nahrávam album, mám z toho velkú hlavu,
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
mentálne celkom treťohory
To čo si hocikto nedovolí
Bez nás toho veľa nebolo by
Nosíme radosť jak serotonín
Tento album je smutný plný sračiek (Úplne)
Jak
return
I saw “Sunshine Rock” had a new track streaming
Beau said he had an experience with Bob
That somehow reminded him of how I do my writing and my
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
the track that comforts my vulnerability
Sold out, packed house in the shower
A perform just for me
With your gorgeous album cover blown up into a poster
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
Yeah, you know what I'm saying? A lot of niggas saying I don't fuck with Pretty Tony, so man?
Y'all, niggas, is Tom Cruises on the low man, I put
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