Lyrics:
Pull the red carpet leave it on their bones
Pull the red carpet leave it all in bones
All in bones
Got 2 sticks and 1 stone
Yeah i rose from the snow
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
This is protected, by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY!
[Brother J]
I was sittin by the river with my warrior's gun
A bunch of caveboys
all night long
See man O'g'in of the needle and the needle and the bone
One mornin use to come and smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line
two bones and two phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin'
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good look around,
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
on drugs
Introducing J Rawls
He makes the beats for ya'll
And now he got the gall
Like, who he think he is?
Like maybe Mos, Sans, and KWA
Ain't wrote
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
free
You'll see J-dog out there in the sea
You know where to find me at the hill I'll be
Home of the Bass Economy and yeah that's me
Break down all your
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
gun
He'd been blessing every one of my
Albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here
There is no interceptions
Every track is produced by Dilla
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
everything
And not knowing anything, i swear
The studio's full time, albums by noon time
Told my family we'd get in due time, ain't have to do time
Once you
A nerdy wordsmith with a love of performing
Music was in my bones and circulating my bloodstream
So seeing me blowing up was always everyone's dream
but
like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool
Imagine this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with
a fuck about your foreign
You could've saved that money by exploring
Not the world, I mean your inner self
Spent too much time chasing the wealth and lost
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