Lyrics:
innermost secrets
Then to say it out loud and then maybe even repeat it
Talking about all the times that you've been mistreated
Embarrassed, abused, confused,
and games need not be played
Cause you make the wrong move and you will get slayed
Confused by thevoices of your spiritual choices
The jungle is a place that
on the page I feel like I write enough
Feeling like I stick myself in shitty situations
I don't care about your preference I'm spitting revelations
Because all
going
Téo, he was kind enough to let us play
The rest of his album on air today for you all
Is there anything else you want to say about it
Yeah, I just
the hypnytis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just want to be nice now
Smile and raise their eyebrows when
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
a contribution about adding “within it” before or as an alternative to “we're finished” after “he'll be here in a minute, you could pack all your bags”
Shit, I
Like Tariq on Undun
And now they wonder how I got over son
(Do you want more?)
Hell yeah, now check the method
I been livin' outside of pages for ages
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
'til it's true, yes, I do, gots to have it
I don't care about any fuckin' star
'cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
So listen
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
the story ends turn the page
Each sheet has a blood stain , this real pain
It's only me inside these four walls
They don't hear when the voices call
You see
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You
album I'm the champ, then the next I'm the villain
Do the thing we like, or else it's fuck you and your feelings
I was spread thin, just about ready
know, you gotta know there's no love in the street
Power, what it takes to succeed
You gotta know, don't be controlled by the things you can't see
I'm
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
nigga
Dreamin' about broads and smoking bigger
Dedicated to the rap game
Too $hort I know you know that name
2000 makes me a 20 year veteran
Still
Colors on the page
I drew a line to make it straight
The truth might hurt little
But Imma spill tell you anyway
Don't judge a book by its face
I'm
"Godfather" and they call you "Gay"
Bitch! It's 1990
Your girlfriend's out there trying to find me
She heard about me, I fucked her best friend
I guess
of Porter (Porter)
Really thought that I'd get rich off a dime 'fore I seen a quarter
Tell me what you know about it? The lobby crowded, we in public
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
(Part Time)
(Part Time)
Part time artist like (woah) how you do it like that?
I was on the wrong track, then i went and bounced back
Skills i
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