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helps people fund their recording projects. You could do it. You could just start one.
Wait, what? Me as the artist?! Me? I was already told that Asian
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
written
(I like to write in the moment)
For the first two albums
There were no such talks but
That was before my name
Was familiar so let me start my story
then it's as good as set
You have MC's dropping bombs that's incredible
Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable
As for me see I just do
a person to have and you should rethink that
I really relate to their uh
Their album Pinkerton I really
The lyrics really speak to me
I think you should
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
home to and, you know
Something for me to, you know
Not only be brave for what I
Wanna do for humanity but
Also to be more protective of
Myself for my
album that shit is depressin', woah
Boy, I do this shit by my solo
I just left the thrift with some polo
Bitch I'm feeling fly like dodo
Bring that
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
the mainstream
Radio, road man and stage show
At the same time
Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sunglasses
At Night" do in 2-00-9
Let me show you why I'm the King
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
much faster now
Timeless, my childhood friend’s a father now
He got it all together, yeah, I bet his father proud
He told me “do it big”, man, I
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
that that's all it takes
Fuck you
Although dedicated is a good name for an album, it still might not cut it
Who are you?
I am you motherfucker
It's who
glasses - I propose a toast!
This could by me
Masterpiece, my last release
Good times pass, life is rather brief
So please: allow me to take a victory lap!
but it sounds good
This is how we do it in the hood
And I wish a motherfucker would
On that Yeezy, can ya see me
This is how we do it i know all these
and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
And most of them are horrible
They don't have any musicality to 'em
They're intellectual exercises that
Don't do anything
For me and I liked Varèse's
Music
then it's as good as set
You have MC's dropping bombs that's incredible
Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable
As for me see I just do
Uh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, yeah
Timbo the king, yeah
Young Hov' the king, yeah
a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we
the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing
that dough
She gave it all to me cause I f**k so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I?m freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
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