Lyrics:
harm it if I drop, my feature price for real, you probably can't afford it
Just to get a verse from Rab G, that cost a Ford Taurus
I'm world touring,
beefin' with me, I never heard of them
If I was the old me I would murder them
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them
Courtesy of my Smith
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name,
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by an old land mine
Little ones workin' in diamond mines
So cats can say whats hers and whats mine
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
sheet
By this microphone, by this microphone
I think the rock 'n roll girls
In this world want apologies, want apologies
I read this stuff, but
'You're on the elevator
Jackass!' Isn't that irritating?
I tell you what to do god
I always like to see a lot of the old rock
'n roll bands pre-form
Glocks with the after-market clip in it,
On Instagram hollering, how you got hollow tips in it.
When sh* hit the fan N* clipped your man,
You got
on the ceiling, I'm the anti-villain
Raised in the time Wea we eat or start to rumble
Album number 4, sit back n remain humble
Off the set, count up the dead,
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here
matter
I stopped giving a fuck leading by example
And that girl had thrush
No don't touch
My words glide to and fro hush
The world in tatters
I'm
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
gotta dance
Yesterday I said I'd go to sleep
With a broken heart
Now I gotta work, end up with broken arms
T is the n-o-n plus ultra
Aiming with a mitra
the fact is we ain't really equal
Don't think I'm better just different
So when the world tries to knock me down I come back with vengeance
Big and smooth
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
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