Lyrics:
qu'un poème est une œuvre d'art
Il n'y a pas d'oeuvre d'art sans nécessité de connaissance réelle de langage
C'est une matière le langage
J'aime aussi une
from his...”
“the lucid mourn, feeding off my scorn
unclean defeat for the next unborn,
heed the creed that i'd forewarned
in vain to crest
his wits and by his gun
He met a girl like none he'd ever known
She cared not for the wild oats he had sewn
And, so, he laid his gun down and set his
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D
to be stung by a bee, that's just me
Or a wasp
Yeah, I'm being legit...
Got a clean record (you know?)
It really went from...
A joke to an album now I'm
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
Take my hand
I'd rather die with your hand held in mine
Than live here
Life confined within these lines
Hold me tight
I'd rather die with you in
Take my hand
I'd rather die with your hand held in mine
Than live here
Life confined within these lines
Hold me tight
I'd rather die with you in
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
John Denver, music by John Denver and Glen D Hardin
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
filt
With yum black milk, from a bronze flask tilt
You mix what I mixed, you’d have a bad trip
You sip what I sipped, you’d be flapping acid lips
But me
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
the lottery I’d live by the creed
Treat everyone like peasants who had less dough than me
If I won the lottery I know who I’d be
I’d have CHADSTER
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
fact almost didn’t make the cast
Your tires he’d slash
He’s masks for the gas
He’d even shoot a shotgun Into your casket
He real quick
He look slick
you knew
Is just a lie - the dirty truth leaves you surprised
your point of view
Is so despised by all the troops
You used to serve your country well
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