Lyrics:
upon who you call
D
I am like a scarecrow alone in the distance
G D
close by, there are those who would see
rappeurs à shooter
J'me fiche de l'égalité des chances, j'vis
Pour les lyrics et la qualité des jantes
J'me relaxe, spliff sur quais d'Seine
Et on m'a dit
to uphold
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we're told
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
So many
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the A-p-l-to-the-d-e-ap
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it
And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
Hookin' up with
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
the lyrics someone lent
Stuffed with all these pretty words
But you had no idea what they meant
But people were thrilled by your elegant monotone voice
By
one (one)
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
If I could travel through time
There's so many things I would change
I'd live a more serious life
Cos now I see that this isn't a game
Every word I
L'art de fuck sans baratin
Faut d'la maille comme dans les bars à timps
Pour les fringues, pour
Graille, les flingues, le baveux
Pour le matos, les puces
I was To You
Wish I could Stop By
And Maybe Say, "Hi"
Wish I could just Stop By
And Lay By Your Side
The Tables have Turned
And I've Finally Learned
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
my lyrics on the grill
You can call me Carter Hill
(But I'd like to take the mic)
Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique
Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master
though I've been here before, I hope to not fall down to the ground
I know that if I do, I'd leave memories, dreams and climbers
Especially you
All I know
the things I wanna have
Gotta maximize l’m
Lyrically empirical killing all theoreticals i’m executing in silence and always leading by example
Back in high
“BAD BY MY DAMN SELF”
Lyrics, Music, and Musical Arrangement by Julius “JUICE” Davis, Jr.
Copyright c 2018 by Julius “JUICE” Davis, Jr.
Verse 1
You
the one called on by the true G-O-D, you know it's me, S-E-V, the one they wanna defeat, but I'm an L-U-L-L-A-B-Y, I'm putting these haters to sleep, now
write of you
Dream, dream, day and night of you
Scheme just for the sight of you
Baby but what good dose it do
I've been consulted by Franklin D
write of you
Dream, dream, day and night of you
Scheme just for the sight of you
Baby, but what good does it do?
I've been consulted by Franklin D
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