Lyrics:
a damn about them syllables
Syl la la-bles, whatever they are
I don't care if you gotta rhyme "schmoe
" "mo, " "Joe, " "toe, " and "glow"
Now, get out
feels heavy for it, because they say
Why has a treasure not been sent down to him, or an angel come with him
But you are only a warner, and Allah is
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
they tell me to try to
Have some fret in my heart behind the things that they do
This is what I think in my mind
And this is what I say to them
Details of what they do with them i
Think it's terrible when anyone dies
Especially
If it is someone you know and love but what
Is more offensive is that
you like a Phoenix 'til you rise up from the ashes
I haven't eaten for days
Why do you think they call it 'starving artist'?
Cuz you're sick to your
the days ain't come, and the nights they fall
What are we here for
Why, when this world is misleading
A puzzle more like the image most deaf
I'm still
a fuck, step into the elevator press 3
Now I'm headed up (heist!)
What they don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And I'm ready and willing
Yeah
So I guess this is what it is, huh?
Think it's obvious
We ain't never gonna see eye to eye
But it's funny
As much as I hate you
I need you
[KRS-One]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
layin down
they are clever
Its letter by letter
Hold up lemme measure
How long ima do this
Uh Prolly forever
My mind is like treasure
King me like checkers
Go
Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse
Straight like that, why'all better tell 'em
I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their
a rhinoceros for me, Jair Messias. Oh, I like that name. Hasnt he got a lovely name, dont you think? Yes, he has. The music is as always performed by the one man
do
Like why would I go do this to myself I think it's cuz of you
I'm just walking through a forest it looks barely visited
And I swear these trees are
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-are-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is
and
Get you hit in ya face
Second half y'all owe me won't
Fit in the safe
Talkin' money to me is legit a mistake
My next crib I debate
"Should it be in
their freedom
So they can grow the F up
You've grow Furies up your whole life
Why can't one of them be your brother
You forgive everyone else but your
a conversation with my laptop while I'm by myself
So this is gonna be, um how do you call it, a try?
Um, so here we go.
So I'm pretty sure we have a lot
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
die
Those who choose to leave me behind
Are confused cause they don't hear me cry, rather ya ears
Is ready or not, I know you can hear me now like
my singles came out, y'all scared of what I'm bout to do
We like Mesa Bomber 5, it's coming out of the blue
The way I murder this flow you'd think my
mother fuckers talk so much
And I don't even know who the fuck you are so clearly
All you are is some jealous prick 'cause my music's better than your is
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