Lyrics:
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
rock my world
Pretty as a Butterfly so what it do baby
You match my fly, I wanna fly with you baby
Ain't nobody on Earth like my girl
Michael Jackson
Would've drafted Jordan
Instead of Sam Bowie?
What if you really had to be nice to get a deal?
What if all of these rappers' ice was really real?
What if
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
Would've drafted Jordan
Instead of Sam Bowie?
What if you really had to be nice to get a deal?
What if all of these rappers' ice was really real?
What if
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
My poems and flows are shaping the world
Just when I thought that I fought this war all alone
In the eye of the storm like Odin and Tor
Powered by
holding it down
You know, the Geeski, Xipe Ollin, it's his stage name for those who don't know him by his behind-the-scenes name, you know, his real name
signed by Mr. Alan Moore (That is a marvelous thing)
A Technics SL-1200, for you to explore
A discojellyfish in a round aquarium
A purple lightsaber,
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
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)
More like proper manners
This that ghetto intelligence
That's the name of the next album it's going triple platinum
And what you see and hear is real
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
how Michael Jackson feel
P.Y.T you bad for real
Know why they mad mad mad
I won't lack
Stuck on you like tat tat tat
Wont hold back
Girl its
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
I'm not sure if you know what I mean by bits
Gyaldem come to the bits
Mandem, we're gonna come for your bits cahh (bap bap)
Come for your bits?
I'm
goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo
Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by
my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
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