Lyrics:
precious has been found
Day by day, word by word, line by line, thought by thought
This is all I've got
I'm not throwing away my shot
Monuments and statues
by pizza or fish or lack thereof
Oh by the way, there's a cello in your house now
We use words to combat words that make us feel a certain way
We use
Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow)
It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me)
Long as I continue to spit poems
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
performing it in schools, that I do not condone smoking. Guitars on this track, and on three other tracks on the album, are by Daniel Tan, my long-time
a few Ms in his life, it's
A couple things I still gotta figure out
Word to 2 Chainz, I spent a big amount
Of all my spare time registerin' with
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
How many artists can say they have three albums right out of high school?
That's what I thought, yeah
This what they waited for
The brand new Auggie
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
Time to set the record straight
You and me, we ain't nothin' alike
Let's set the record straight
Those words you say, they hold no weight
They light
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
matter
I stopped giving a fuck leading by example
And that girl had thrush
No don't touch
My words glide to and fro hush
The world in tatters
I'm
10
Yea
Don't speak on my work rate
Even when you can't catch up with the word play
Independent never need no workmate
Raised in the game better know
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
coming home, but until then
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Words and music by jimmy webb
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
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