Lyrics:
Heart break kid
Man, I feel like Shawn Michaels
I don't know what gives
Feels like I'm going psycho
Heart break kid
Man, I feel like Shawn Michaels
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
tell they girls to stop leaving they clothes
The reason I flow, is not to just get us indoors
Pops in barber shops like my son is better than yours
dismissed
What the fuck you mean by pride?
I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die
Okay, I'm alive, I'm alive,thats a surprise, what's the price?
Fuck your
goin' like I'm flowin' this emotion
Life takes me where it needs me like this song that I'm composing
On promotion no withholding selling CD's on route
goin' like I'm flowin' this emotion
Life takes me where it needs me like this song that I'm composing
On promotion no withholding selling CD's on route
not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First
I'm beginning to feel like a black guy
Black god
All my people own a pair of black socks
Track socks my hoopties blowing up and
I'm screaming Aluwakbar,
track, and Chino who cannot spit a wack verse
My first CDs basically made me Marky Mark with the
whole planet of the apes chasin me
Here to save you all
beings had screwed me
Track by track review all you're views are spewing through me
Like a YouTube dude that's rude to all the musi's
People tryna get
raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid?
On the track get spanked like he just did
(Detroit) I can't never leave this bitch
Sick of bein'
blood curdles
growin cold like im Gerrit on the mound
win the pennant, hear the crowd, pinstripes on my shirt bold
they love the comeback kids who run
Begged my mama for 3.50
And OutKast was my first cd
Elevators yo mama, you and me
Street side records my music degree
Dj kool spin that track
Mix it
your girl don't like us? You'z a joke like Steve Martin
I've been pardoned for sayin' Lunatics no competition
I lay tracks like a beautician while your
(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze
And park that ass like Aj's and Free's
But this section's E's behind the rope
If your not with me freeze
forget too show RESPECT
Yo lyrical assassin
Like a hitman for hire
Aquire these verbal onslaughts
Like a Rhyme Philosopher
G Da Kid coming through like
Listen, don't be mad when I say how I really feel
You just rhyming words together
And you ain't sayin' a thing
The world that has us feeling like
snorin' your flow borin'
Sort of like channel five at four in the mornin'
(Rock) Adult (made under on the par) give up hope
Grab the devil by the throat
Aang
When I'm on the track and start spitting it
I feel like Zuko I strike with the flames
You don't want smoke with me no way
Like a lion out his
the real vibes
And did it all wit my tribe
Still here like Nowitzki dawgo it's no surprise
I stood by the guys
These three's forever fly
Promise that
On time, I'm not overly tryin'
But on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
It's been too long, but I been stokin' the fires
Still comin' with heat
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows
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