Lyrics:
was the best
My parents don't understand the art, Blonson why'd you have to fart on my name
Just put it to rest
I don't like kids, but I like Nic Cage
on the record by saying that
Was probably the best Breakfast
Bars we've had
Yo what is this Bring the Pain
When I spit it so insane
Gotta bring it back again
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
walk by
Fought by, ran from feds and got caught by
And the all-time problem when it's all lies
The bullshit's always the centre
Of the bullseye
Hey look,
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
he knew.
It was in Olders studio where Younger learned the alchemy of Song Craft and Story theory. They studied albums from the best and most famous
My name is soulz and you are about to experience
A mental spiral from a delirious mind
Bitch I'm serious
Before this album I was thinking of leaving
stand tall
Cuss my best moves behind my back like Jamal
Hang em by a string and watch em tell it all
Too many bags in my hand, I said I’m shopping
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
a Christmas gift
Not the best father
But the best that you could be
And good enough for me
Only - by the time that I could see
You were gone
A Sunday
the plumber so you know you get the best pipe
My baby love to read it's not about the sex drive
Coffee in the morning that's what I know you best by
Your
sometimes
And then I realize
That You're by my side
When I started the last album I just wanted to rap
But it became daunting in fact when I got lost in track
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
of Man.. album is out there)
I gotta be the best at this
Fingle what the next man say
When I spit, shit get serious
Competition I devour
God made
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin'
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
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