Lyrics:
mlátia mojich fanúšikov
To som ja a moje debilné stories
Ktorých je vela, ale tie najlepšie si asi zoberiem so sebou do hrobu
Alebo až na tretí album
very
Story
Let me in your mind just this one time
Let me fill that void with this one rhyme
Sometimes political, sometimes it's whimsical
One thing we
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
You know, so many different levels, when 16 ain't enough, to living your life
Depicting with your
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
denied
It's the Alpha Dog homie catching you all by surprise
Fuck this writer's block like the drama from my past
Tell my life's story and put them haters
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
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
submerges
I nearly drown in the surf, and often
Friends, tentative, perform CPR
Cough up the sob story, purge
Leave people fucking perturbed
I'm sorry
No,
what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
suspension is death
I keep the P-89 twenty shot in the coat
Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin to loat
I'm a little more than itchy
to hear the story you gon tell on this album
Uhm, and congratulations my, my n****
Like the things you did,
Like, I never like I never ever seen
Anyone
I was woken up by voices causing fear and pain
So eager to fix something that was not up to me
Been trying to see the love they told about
There's
Sooo
This one
Is a true story
My story actually
Yeah.
It's my time
Don't be shy
I'll give a try
I'm going all by myself
By myself
By myself
I don't
is the stupid waste.
So pick it up and don't put it down,
A newer story in another town
I see you bleed
I know you feel the squeeze
Time heals
And very long story short after producing these songs and with the album in hand, just like I did with the Kickstarter. I emailed hundreds of radio
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
have niggas in beef
Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep
Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week
Big dog, I can scratch that
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)
"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce
in the galaxy
I see a Saiyin and I'll squeeze him by the neck
I'm the best keep my brother Frieza in check
When I throw a punch you know it will
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