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Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Get rich, stick hitch, give me another hit
I'm just a slave to it all
it's your, some more, fashion's the only cure
I'm just a slave to it all
Get
again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it broke apart (damn)
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
Oh damn nigga on my drip shit
Like this album nigga on my big shit
All these niggas talk but will never Hit shit
I’m from a city where my niggas
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
The Love Below hit the store and
My inspiration is dormant
I got the cure and I'm popping it in
So I can spark it again
Again, again and again
So I can
spirit up
We all soldiers getting slain by the same pain
Niggas dying and you want to play the blame game
I heard your album, all yo shit sound
gotta get ghost,
‘fore I can bless you with a album, needa hit tho,
cye, I'm on these beats and in the mix tho,
‘fore I can cure you with these raps I
seekin' a cure for my addled
Ego, tryna unseat it, put me in the saddle
Why? 'cuz it's a prick. It's hella pretentious
But it has infinite tricks to make
a teen
But one day I discovered music
You're influenced by whatever you choose
So many so called artists out there abuse it
If you got a platform you
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
suicide (x2)
Buttered toast
Greasy roast
You all remember Danny most
Use to hit us coast to coast
Cause there ain't no cure for suicide
With a pain
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
huh?
You won't know what hit ya
Cause when it's 2020, my vision will be more crystal clear
Getting better by the years
I'll be doing this at 70
I'm working on an album
I had to start, was never guaranteed an intermission
I gotta play my part, Father knows how to bless the outcome
Yeah imma pay
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
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