Lyrics:
Whatever the fuck that sound is
Who's that secret in the pen of Lukie's honey
They keep saying he's fell over for
On Link's triad, I guess I'll say whatever
This is something that I call the flow
Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say they know
In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
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
think your opinion's more valid then his, her or mine
I'd whip my own ass if I stepped out of line, fuck you
The world we live in is a tragic movie
My
is no power or ability except by Allah, the Most High, the Almighty" equal to whatever He Creates
There is no god except Allah, One without partner,
is in it
O Allāh! Whatever favours
I or anyone else in Your creation received this morning are from You Alone.
You are the One and Only God worthy
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
Only attracted
capitalist, or whatever is a term of abuse valued by
that society--infringer--and they develop this idea,
at first probably in secrecy or semi-secrecy,
and then
and attackin' a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable
black, white, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think, use your soul baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict
y'all think y'all do it better Ha, I couldn't tell
Maybe cause I don't put weight in these up and comers
Think they fool the game, they be faking they
who can touch my ceiling
They ain’t the same room or same building
I’m the realest, illest, that is how I feelin’
Y’all missed the story not the time
serious right now?)
Okay, you forgot you cheated on me, whatever
Bitch, maybe I should fuckin' knock your fuckin' forty off, bitch
Why is you actin'
please stop!
If show business is a woman, I don't trust her
but she's gonna get knocked by The Chubbster
"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
right can’t ignore the feeling Backseat when the lord is willing
I seen a lot panoramic views
Windows to my soul man they floor to ceiling
Could’ve been
understand there's people that hear your voice
Words to deaf ears make us believe suicide is a choice. Why are people talking and we acting like they ain't
whatever just to get it
Droppin' the top on my whip as I slide through the city, feel like I'm skiing
Know what I'm in, something European, by
'm marrying the game cause you know I love the pen
Cause it exposes who you are and what your true colors are
You think this is a game so why do you think
flicking off Taurus
Maybe at your cousin's house, dicking down your Aunt Doris
See, I say anything, whatever comes to mind, like
Remember when Kanye said
self-esteem or high self-esteem
I'm going to tell you right now, the cure is not the opposite
The cure is Jesus Christ, man
Whatever you think of yourself,
it's real talk
I got some homies up in
Angola on that real walk
Ain't never coming home so i know what
They think up in their dome
My nigga 4 call me,
side of Queens, one-nine-two is the area
This is for my dawgs from Shih Tzus to Terriers
Fuck it, it's showtime
Tip, make sure they hearin' ya
?
So innovative you the next best things, since, whatever
I just laugh wit it, cause today's fan is tomorrow's rap critic
One day they giving you
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