Lyrics:
Ok got the noughties(year 2000s) and nighties (1990s) nine to it mix it with my ting(thing) got some magic aha mmm ok ok Mm ok ok Mm ok ok Mm ok yo
fly?
You could call me Icarus, I'm getting close to burning up
A phoenix in the ashes, a dreamer and his passion
The laughings everlasting, now my
who knows?
The kids call him that too, that's how he was introduced
By my sister when he first came thru
I step out the room, say what's up to her
Mi si rapper jo, na-do hii shit for fun, hold up
Keep it running, keep it running
This beat is too fucking fire, bruh, shit
Let me get another verse,
a bit, little wax, hit the dab smoke
Watching Family Guy laughing back in up the trap bro
The good old day as I like to call em they're clouded in haze
Dr. Wagner Dr Wagner we need you again
They want me to work again, to cure the filth
Doctor Wagner
Shut up don't talk now's not the time for talking
1990
Chubb Rock and the gang is on a banned mission
Hostility will rule like a Jamaican ??
and ooh filled with dumplings, hopefully no dumpings
like guns
Of what's allowed, what's right and wrong
Oh yeah, there's those who only criticise yet offer
Nothing new solutions? Ideas? No, just raked up shit
What
to me. I will always be the one to
Hold you and show you somebody loves you. I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
© 1990 by Jose cntonio Ponce
'Now Christmas'
I like that Pogues one
I said "That's how my shift fell
"And there was no choice
Cos I'd used all my holidays up by November"
But that
for the west
Heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't
been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure thats enough time for me
Woke up feeling like
Woke up feeling like
Woke up feeling like
Woke up feeling like
Dreams of a penthouse a pool and a doorman
So I won't stop til
mo'fuckin right)
지금 내가 여기에 eh (eh eh)
두 손 들어 머리위로 eh (eh eh)
머리 어깨 다리 발 무릎 발
결국 의식하는 너희들의 눈 코 입과
이빨 사이로 흘러나온 탄성의 말
그게 대체 무슨 말이야 말
oh yeah 말이지 말
1990년에 이 땅위로 와
Rapapampam
Mi are the number one mi are the lyrical champion Dancehall veteran since 1990 sum
Original Raggamuffin inna style and pattern di baddest deejay
licks
My b*tch she stayed up in the Six Owe's
Mobbin on my ten toes
Life was real simple
Surrounded by my new friends
And I don't know my kinfolk
Don't
1990 was the year they
Conceived a true legend
Had trouble making friends at first
Because people were threatened
Through tough experience I
Seems like a typical night
No drunks heated in a bar fight
Rapping up the loose ends
And wish the band a pleasant night
Headed towards the elevator
Thank you
Thank you for giving me your time
And if not, and you skipped ahead, this is your Too Long; Didn't Read
This is what made up me
And this is
on the wall
I been waiting for destiny desperately by the phone
As a youngin, kept the stretch marks covered up
A fat boy, all my cheeseburgers doubled up
Not
And the bubbles just double up, and you struggle, but luck is up
'Cause I'm subtle at covering up the trouble
Cover up the crime scene, 1990, that's my scene!
My
Simplified"
The drug y'all are about to take is one of its kind
First synthesized in the year 1990
Praised by many for its medicinal properties
And its
All She Wrote music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
1990, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights Reserved
to leave it
You come around here, and you puff up your feeding
Yippee-ippee-ay-ay-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta
to leave it
You come around here, and you puff up your feeding
Yippee-ippee-ay-ay-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta
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