Lyrics:
the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me
of life
Anythin but that mean you don't give a fuck about your's
Until ya door's kicked in by Mac-eleven machine men
Army green men but not the ones
and my lyrics the vocal cord
You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle
Saddle ????
Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle
Buck
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
to be by me
I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt
Like a rain check hustler, scoping the aisles
Shocking lyrics making beats just to keep it on file
With the ADAT Zip on the floppy I'm never coming
and shoulders
I swear, cause these lyrics comin sharp like shear
So put my name up in your mouth, I double-dare you, yeah
[ CHORUS: J. Sands ]
Yeah, some MC's
Kan jy my skroewe vir my vasdraai?
En kan jy my albasters vir my vind?
Kan jy jou idee van normaal by jou gat opdruk, kan jy?
Kan jy apatie spel?
and fight, oh my.
and the lord's gonna walk rejoicefully by my side.
achieve, let's spit, and unfold two-seventy-three.
miraculously showed him the word
he was
Soos 'n boss net soos 'n boss
Raak ons los los
Wie's die boss noem my die boss
Baby ekke maak dit lekker
Ek kry haar nommer bel haar sommer elke dag
party, jou fokken goose verstuk weer aan my soesatie
Almal sluk 'n chill pill, sit stil en kraak 'n venster
As pappa stadig skiet om by jou show in
die einde wat sê dik blerrie myn
'n Kar met suspension en swart tinted vensters
En 'n boot vol speakers en 'n sub in die center
Bel vir Mr Christmas,
and fight, oh my. and the lord's gonna walk rejoicefully by my side.
Achieve, let's spit, and unfold two-seventy-three. miraculously showed him the word
He was
daar was hy vinnig by die Germans aan
Hy bel toe oppad om sy vrou te vertel
Dat die kombi wat hy ry nie die pad sal kry
Want die huis is te vêr en die
Maar ek kan dit nie verstaan nie
Want ek was nie daai dag daar nie
Maar ek sweer jy was weer
By die Dokter gewees
Om jou Peertjies te kastreer
Chorus:
father told me
"Get on your feet cause this world is just for winners only
I was lonely
Demotivated by my misery
Like a statue I was waiting for
hot to me..
A cop to me.. could burn in hell
We re-bel.. we don't swell like the pressure
Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and
Shivering..
underground
Yeah right by the water, can't do right by ya daughter (no)
But look at all the shit that I done bought her (hmm?)
See lyrics ain't nothin' if
describe it?
His uniqueness, and his, his, he gon' have you flashy and lookin' good, you know
And then Conway's gon' come with the type of lyrics that's,
indeed concede
'Cause I hit you with my flow
The wild rhino stampede
I'm not just wild, I'm trained, domesticated
I was raised by a rapper and rhino
a minute to breathe
And put the mic in check
I got some love for real
But ain't no disrespect
But on the cool, I be flippin
Followed by some gangsta ass
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics
all around
By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound
[Verse Two:] Tim Dog
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get
(Tim Wilson/Dean Daugherty)
Timothy Wilson Music (BMI)/Admin. by Copyright International/Lowery Music (BMI)
Tim Wilson lyrics
Ricky Tidwell was
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