Lyrics:
we do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
Cause I started the second album off on another note
Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
it
I could call you out any second, don't forget it
I gotta keep it 100-24-7
I keep it 100-24-7
I'm livin life and I'm learning life lessons
I never
about mad years ago
And uh, I could rock off the top
I got years of flow
I got so many albums to go
At least about seven
Jesus Walks had me all the way
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
with
reporters
Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of
A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.
Clear the building,
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
my gullie suit
Normally angel's
By my side
Lately demons
Been the substitute
Destroyin my peace
Sleepless nights
How much
More can take
Wat
while you're hands still clap
It's funny
Just dissin' you I can make money
But no one's tippin'
My message is simple: Ya' slippin!
E-N-O, S-R-K
me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight
me over the edge
And I kinda made me a pledge
That I'd keep up the streak of sobriety for at least a second
And now it's been seven months and each
sessions I was seven
Against some felons, never threatened
You'll know in a couple seconds
Adolescent was born a legend
No further questions, my direction
spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
Cause I started the second album off on another note
Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off
the recession, then we formed the fuckin' team
F-U-N-K-V-O-L-U-M-E, nigga
Seven years into this shit, somehow we're only gettin' bigger
And we're just now gonna
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
I'm on point with the weapons
(They fell asleep in the getaway car, they half stepping)
(7) 6 (5) 4 (3) 2 (1, this my 12th album, but your man's not
for spreading the movement that I am moving, it’s the greatest joy
When y’all connect with it
Advocate phenomenal
Hope y’all stick with that message
Clean the crust from the 3rd word to the 7’s now see it!
I do as bidden & I bring the message
For council or offence if it eases or stresses
I do
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
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