Lyrics:
of your hand
Kim, the good times are back
Don't go on it's too late
Not too late for my star!
Please let me hide in peace
Better to screw the police
Koolbreeze5 (Sup Tyler)
These are my lines and its my time
Y'all is dead and gone like Dinosaur Rhymes
Throw it back to the B.C
Ice cold rhymes helped by
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
Earned my stripes, three hundred tracks in my Adidas track jacket
Bless your ear holes while you react
Actin' gobsmacked, don't hesitate to maybe
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
and my girl need to switch skirts
Fuck the world 'til my dick hurts
God Damn, this shit a make a nun miss church
In my hood, the big niggas debo'ing
By making tracks
No Halifax
UK government paying tax
Look at my fake racks
Immma a big man
Small package but big hand
Got big bands
Like a rich man
hundred tracks in my Adidas track jacket
Bless your ear holes while you react
Actin' gobsmacked, don't hesitate to maybe overcompensate
I feel like I was
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
to take care of the brain up in my head
Imma live my life wide awake until I'm good and dead
We load our brains with toxins and wonder why we're so stressed
think about fucking her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fucking Pink Houses
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do
But check it
How you spell
IM IN IT TO WIN IT IM MINDING MY BUSINESS
I GET IT I GET IT
IF A DEAD PREZ IS ON IT I GET IT I GET IT
I MOVE ON THE LOW
I GET IT I GET IT YOU WONT
Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
day
Stack it up cash flowing out of my face
Money moves really has came along way
Can’t dig up graves that veers me off track
And that shit is dead so
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
save us from that sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it careless about the gold in it
Boom
Man discovering fire this it
Back from the dead, tales from the crypt
Working out good, exercise hits
Never pull my punches, good night to regrets
my Slouch, cause I'm a god
I'm like Westbrook, on a track, the Wizard ball hog
I always put in hours, like Stick on Garry's Mod
Everyone sees me
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
threat when I write I might
Leave the pages wet pour my soul
Showing you what underrated greatness is
Raise the kids do it big can't be dead beat daddying
.jpg/217px-Kim_Carnes_with_Mike_MacDonald_(cropped).jpg "Kim Carnes")
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