Lyrics:
Kousevit'sky (8) in line
I'd reprimand the Dorsey Band
Right on the Stand
'Cause Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie
(9) of mine
I've golfed with Lee Trevino
Won
Clementino al mic
Puort'o tritolo pe stu picnic
L'isola di Wight come i Dik Dik
Fuoc pe stu dream team
Nun te veco slick rick
Si l'hip hop n'è viv io so
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
I hate hits
Man I hate singles
I'd rather listen through the album
Sip pop with ham and Pringles
Get all the little tingles that you get the first
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
at me, I can say the longest word in the dictionary
I don't know much but I know
The future's bright, the future's green
The future's me, the future's
representamos marihuanos
Smoking the green shit , así hicimos el pacto
Con las calaveras , formamos el asalto
Muchos no creían pero seguimos en contacto
Cállese
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
gon say it
Red light, green light, wonder what it mean like make em all fiend like HA
I never stop, feels like I had three lives, know what degrees
hard to reach
Diamonds want to make me drown
I'ma need a boat
Shawty stayin' in the grass with
All that green she blows
If rapping is an art, call me
heaven when you turn around
I dropped a needle and you'd make that sound
I miss you in my ear when we was
Surrounded by the green of that fresh air flow
Essentially, I make a beat backed by a melody
That melody goes on to be the basis of the symphony
Symbolizing the the divide human race
I see the disappointment
(KnowhatImean?)
Phree as Scott, lookin from a Birdie's Eye
Flyin by, spiralin like a curly fry
I'm old-school, and out the early times
Burly guy, from the home
Lake Erie sitting pearing at the green water
Life still in hell, but oh well, save my son and daughters
Michael Jackson in my headphones
Albums in
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
doubted me, questioned me, didn’t believe me when
I said I’d drop a mixtape, oh shit that was a mistake
This shit sound like an album, so fuck whoever
for a ride you know I can't resist ya
Bet I could make album from just way you look tonight
Why don't we find the outcome of us feeling this vibe
Come
way
My way
Good times and blood stains
I'll go out with a bang for the final show
Just remember me by my notes and songs I wrote
All my imperfections,
Im just hitting my stride
I'm hitting my prime
Maybe I'm being biased but I
Could hit up your girl and she'd stay the night
But I wont do that cuz
imagine what they'd be saying if bills were coming in
But if I did
Hit it big
I should prolly be endorsed by Target
Reason A
I'm really happy with this desk
easily and still throw in a melody
The heavens must be blessin me
I got a stone tablet with the recipe
So who's testin me?
I don't need a pop quiz
In
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
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