Lyrics:
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
Vision on the spirits guiding me as i try to be respectful of the lives i see finding peace as they hide in trees
So Lively inside the spirits residence
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the One World Album. It has also been released on The Country Roads Collection album
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
let's keep it a buck let's keep it band yeah
I put ya head in the sand yeah
Act crazy you playing with me
Problems with pineal gland yeah
Stupid
Hit stick
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
enthralled
I lively up the people with the yes, yes, y'all
Create, wait, watch and let the fake fall
Employ my strategy like checkmate
Call your bluff in that
breathe on
Bleed on, exceed on!
Weak rappers with titles after twelve
Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on!
Microphone Don, walking flesh, talking bomb
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
as fuck)
Midnight chills when i'm by myself (Midnight chills)
Midnight chills when i'm with the bros (With the bros)
No matter where i'm at when its night, i
place backs onto a library
Book club showed up now it's getting lively
They got lemonade and they're selling it quick
And I've got a dry mouth so I go for
a lie, i could lie on my side, till I die
And I might set the lively aside
Fuck the light, this is night
I’m a psycho inside
But I’ll fight for my pride
've never felt more incomplete
I'll be in New York for the week, yeah heh eh
Don't hit my body that you need
Mm mm mm mm mm
This city left me in the streets
this album and find zero fucking flaws
And I kinda feel like Malcolm the way I picked you off
I think we gonna get this three-peat hit the last two with
I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge
Unless it's for my nieces and nephews to go to college
And hit me on the phone, hit me up
Like
time, I wanted to keep things
The devil he keeps it, I'll beat it I'm lively
Believe it to see it, I got it, I'm creeping
My mind is the devil but god is
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
still gets views
No one ever records the stuff you do
No one could name a song that is by you
I drop a hit and make another one on the next day
I
the valley of death
Up the icy slope unto a lively hope Ahba
Please refine me find me with righteous
Robe of white no ivory soap
And if I should boast it's in
Aye
Smoke a cigar in the day by time it get night I'll be fucking a cuban
They keep up with my life like I'm Jesus hard to believe that I'm really
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like
Obioma
That shit'll blast off... All my hitters strap up
I take a smoke, and when the Marley hit... I tell 'em Ma fo!
Show up to where your camp dey
I got
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I
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