Lyrics:
I was staring at you eating saltines when I realized
if we make it to tomorrow then we've pulled off our greatest heist yet
it's seven weeks and one
(Ayy, Nephew Ric, tell 'em what's good, seven)
This shit for my kinfolk
(Ayy, lil' Ric, talk to 'em for a second, homie, do that)
This shit for my
lid
Thats where the lion and both of the hedgehogs are hid
There's Totoro and a couple of more of those one eyed guys from the second hand store
They're
I poured you a glass of wine and drank it for the second time
Then 7 PM turned to 10
I'm still alone and my lips are red
But not in a good way
There used to be a café a few blocks away,
Open seven days, called The Brilliant Mistake
Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
And slender
snow for the winter but the trees be the best
Ridin' down the 7 we connected to the 4 with the music up loud nd the petl to
the floor
Cke Cke Cke we
STAND UP (Play Ball)
Words and music by Tommy DeCarlo, Bruce McKagan
grab a dog and a bottle of beer
the ballgames almost here
lets get it on cuz
I love you and I care
I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career?"
And then she broke into tears
I pressed seven, took the phone
no traces
I'm the ace to shovels
So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!)
Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong
Where you think
distance
Freedom, long earned
Relinquished in seconds
Only numbers on the street
Algorithms bouncing to the beat
Bow to your masters
You are only numbers
and noticed all the different signs
Seven times you caught me staring at six stops that day
In five seconds I forgot where I was going and which way
Three more
best now I'm sick
Fuck and I don't know what to do
Seven billion but not one like you
Ain't it crazy how we built for
Two years but it took ten
Seconds
proceed?
Hell yeah, well let the turntable spin
Like the chrome on the G wag' Benz, let's begin
[Chorus: Masta Killa]
Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggaz
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
by the break truck
All rocks taped up
[Verse 7]
I got a staff of staffs
Airs chipped to pups
Instead of attackin' the nuts when I yell clip up
the UBP's
O.G.'s, and they young seeds
"I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music on my
husband
7 days a week you'll play
And if you don't do what I say
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
By your command
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
stars around me you'd think my head spinning
For like 24 7 365
The next leap year I'm around I cop a coupe with frog eyes
Will I ever go to heaven I'll
open arms, take me in
grip like iron, keep me close
with open arms, take me in
with open arms, pass me by
with guilty eyes x7
Christ
The laws of the underworld jesus Christ
Have taken all control fight your fight
Phantom of the funeral side by side
Out of the darkest night fight
I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y
By Sattidy I larned a thing or two
For up to then I didn't have an idy
Of what the modern world was comin' to
I
darkness and fear
By the second age's war
In the year 3441
A last alliance was formed
That night, on the plain, were elves and men
And narsil,
and get me
I keep my heater on me, burn a nigga crispy, make him history
[Chorus: x2]
Second verse is worse than the first, your people
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