Lyrics:
when I stepped on the scene
I'm all about getting that cream
Yeah I know why they hate me in the first place
Cuz my team always coming out in first place
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
they
Found out that I was coming haha!
And then there's Ms burke owwww! She's so
Sexy! She has a head full
Of gray hair, but she's not old
I'm not sure
I was riding through the hood playing PAC
Kids know it's Prince even though my windows dark
Catch me by the beach, rolling up by the rocks
My
and again I'm a go for a 3 peat
I keep a pipe in the front seat, hop out get shot in yo shit on front street
Aye, gang shit no flamethrower but I flame shit,
Music
Everything here down Hip Hop/Rap/Rhyme - talk/sing blend
MUSIC: TRACK #: 43806 - I WILL SURVIVE - 3:06
Track/Keywords: Hip Hop, rapper, street
quit, they love me
Before dawn, till I OD
I know you are not coming
This city gets dark
My heart's getting damaged
By you and I love this
Three hours till
Remember Me ( Patrick Day Tribute)[Extended]
I am Patrick Day..... Yo yo my brother (You knew this
One was coming) we down here missing you. In
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
find his way to work blindfolded
All the way from his front-door step up on Dublin Hill
Down into the belly of the city - just
Just followin' his nose
Micheal Jackson seen it
He'd probably would be in shock
A dark-skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock
To the psyche
'Cause women think it's unlikely
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
little elves in Santa's factory
I'll pull up, run in the door
Wrap this up, there'll be no encore
Mistletoe hung by the chimney with care
Sink back down
of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the Home by the Sea
Coming out the woodwork, through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows without
at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said
at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John,
And have you running toward where the exit door is
Sure as the Earth is round I weigh 5,000LBs
With the atomic bomb sound
Picture mushroom clouds coming out
amongst the crowd
A strange and erratic man
Made his way down where he found
Himself being stop by the king's guards
At the blockage
Insisted he had
coming
A new year was upon us this test will blow your trumpets
Beat around the bush but the bat was the crumpet
An eat out at the market would stall all
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
through the back door, 'cause out the front door we be starting riots
She go two ways like the Meadow-lands
That's what I call a devil dance
I'd fucking
See, Im just findin out I had a brain tumour
But I never felt it
The doctor's giving me 3 weeks to live
Not 3 weeks till I die
That's 3 weeks to give
I
of town, on the bus I made rounds
I was involved in graffiti heavily
My people were Self, Tau and Freck RIP
At night I heard beats next door by QD III
I ain't never wanted wishes coming from a wishing well
You asking for wishes from a dark tunnel straight to hell
Nights with the reaper they only
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