Lyrics:
while everybody eyein'
Add to that a constant fear of dyin'
By gunshot wound, or other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
life on the real
We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream,
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
bitches in cages
Paid in full european shit fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year
But the L still here
me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy Pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear.
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
your face.
I rap so hard, you can't stop me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
she mop it (mop it)
She lick it, she top it
The bitches, they swappin' (swappin')
Don't try me, it's by me (by me)
Feel me, it's on me (on me,
lights watching time pass by
Rebuilt through a fat sky, looking at the last sign
No need to ask why, you already know
No need to ask why, you already know
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
knew her way back when
And if you think Cat Stevens
Couldn't be my god
'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
I bought all his albums i listened, I
receipts to prove it
Music to my ears, I won't hesitate, haters say
DAX fell off - how, nigga? My last album was The Tape
this my last stop then I will stop at the top
And if this album flops, it won't be the last I drop
You see to me this shit right here means more than
that man a rival, he more like a nice threat
My bars real smart but, I am not no wise man
Nice man, you just got outrapped by a white man
I'm just like
Verse 1:
Last month I had a talk to god
He said I had to clean up
Or I’m flying off
If I didn’t wanna see a cell....
Then I had to clean up my
the last
Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast
Thorough bread survivin', you know (Queens in the house)
Welcome home Ronny Bumps, and love
From the Album:
* Seven tears
Don't ever look behind you when you get on your way
You better keep on rolling, could be your last day
And if you
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