Lyrics:
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
state
So you can stop all that FIENDIN'
With your damn SCHEMIN'
You're Christopher Williams cause you must be DREAMIN'
Wake up and escape
And while
to the album, or the tape, whatever this is
Blue Rivers Christopher Jose, let's get it
Um, I was not late, I was here the whole time
I-I promise
Welcome
those Russian authors through and through
I miss Christopher Hitchens
I miss Oliver Sacks
I miss poor Robin Williams
I miss Sylvia Plath
Every
those Russian authors through and through
I miss Christopher Hitchens
I miss Oliver Sacks
I miss poor Robin Williams
I miss Sylvia Plath
Every
Alpo got killed 6ix9ine been real quiet (shh)
Wendy said she fucked Method Man but he denied it (ha)
You know how Wendy Williams be she might be
from man made chemistry
(Jamar Clark, Dante Parker, Aaron Bailey, Philando Castile, Kevin Hicks, Kendrick Johnson)
And how many lives are afraid to be
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
Twilight but my lady wanted to see it
It was alright but by myself man I wouldn't peep it
Oh snap man I know this do not happen often
K-Rino made another
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra 85
Accompanied by a girl inside their ear
Her name was Thalia
Made of ones and zeros, she was a program
You could
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase
Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste
Road atlas, learning my way around
Kissing the pavement, lucky
the percolator
Kyle Machlachlan is the best Paul Atreides
John Hurt is the best Elephant Man
Richard Farnsworth is the best Alvin Straight
And also Laura Dern is
copy cats, not Roger that
American dads up in my wallet
pockets Christopher Wallace
Balmain Jeans what I'm walking
I'm Osiris that be saucin
Got these
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
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