Lyrics:
It is now 6:30 in the a.m
This is Baba Oje speaking directly to you
Right down to earth in a language
One can easily understand
We got a list
And when I finish my album it'll be your new addiction
It only took so long 'cause my thoughts have been so conflicting
I keep on sitting in bed and wasting
the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene
Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
a whole album no army
fuck a feature am a whole different type of creature
send you back to the church just to have pastor preach ya
am a freak in the game
album was in store
La ba dam, ba da ba da ba dam
With Humanity
So my man Big C's on keys
And Emaginario on guitar strings
An extempo not supposed to be
Been searching for you
Gone for a minute (Gone for a minute)
I’m back in town (Back in town)
Been 5 years (Been 5 years)
Since you heard my style (Heard
no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubberband
And inside the ring from Walter
no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubberband
And inside the ring from Walter
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
as Downtown
From the SWATs to the Road, 285 Southbound
This Southern Baller baby make you move to his sound
Gorgeous Vibe
Po' Sweet Jesus by side
In case thangs
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes
It's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind
Yo' senses
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
Ok
Don't die
Don't die
Knew you wouldn't believe me
My boy
Big Seven
Sometimes it's bob to the beat
Sometimes it's jog to the beat
Tryna find the way
flow's is liquid
Let this fluid run in yo'
Veins and get addicted i'm a crook nigga
I smack niggas with' scraps
And crack niggas with' gats and
Jack niggas
for the west
Heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't
been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure thats enough time for me
Anty call Mi Fiji cah mi fresh water
Mother in law daughter want a daughter
Big body fat like a hellcat charger
Man beats fly like di jet weh mi
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