Lyrics:
Battlefield and we killers so don't run through
Man there isn't much hope ya can hold onto
I'm up in the mix like pulp orange juice
Nigga you cannot walk in
On the b side
Food for the brain, beats for the feet
People on the dance floor
Never claimin' a receipt
Had a good time rockin', rollin' on the go
side
Food for the brain, beats for the feet
People on the dance floor
Never claimin' a receipt
Had a good time rockin', rollin' on the go rhyme
playing all-stars
Hit the field man feeling like movie stars
Hittin' on girls and talking smack
But that was the good ol'days
Someone bring'em back
Windows
When I’m in Miami when I’m in Atlanta
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
When I’m in New York
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
So you feel like now,
Part two Tony Hawk mix Luke Skywalk with a kick flip flow that's wavy
That's wavy
And I came from a time with the long phone lines had to call
could just turn that radio on
But the good old love songs are all gone
I can almost hear you say
Tell this bitter man to walk away
Here comes
I don’t talk and just keep to myself
Gotta stay calm cause it’s good for my health
In it for me and nobody else
Greatest of all time, I believe in
this all these fools talking shit all the time
I was 16 with the bullet, representing the 619
But these fools couldn't take it, they didn't want me
goin' in, shout Sheli for the one time, fun time
He'll take a shot no matter the sun time
Thumbs Up, 7UP, get that in my cup
Shout man Feli for the bottle
in the mix
Hit the booth for an hour and it multiply by six
I get lost in the music, I'm a bomb without the tick
Had my share of missing while I'm
on the street
Sizzle points awarded
Corporate dimes we wanna meet
Monday starts it off
Diamond of the week
Calves on the ave, man
Radio Rockettes across
Last time I heard
yo, was gettin real friendly.
Belly to belly and
chest to chest
thigh by thigh
leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
your
the backseat, listening to music
My mom played Marvin Gaye between R&B
There was the breaks with Curtis Blow
The very first time I heard someone flow
Man, it
rarely meet them
Don't you know I miss the times when we used to hang
Before twenty deep depended on a single man
Before a single heart was broken by
need to cancel soap-operas
Cause black females be belivin' all that
That's why they fall flat
So young and innocent
But by the time they reach eighteen
thangs, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat
I run my lyrics the way y'all want to hear em
And shoot my
like a brother it gets lonely
So much to prove levels and powers
Good and evil surrounded by dead flowers
Wisdom is the lesson through these spooky times
the place to be
I man Zebulon with the man over here
(Mac Maestro)
Yeah the main man fan ah Rotterdam
I come on with the one and only MACK Maestro
(QF Da
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
to save us from it now?
The revolution's put on mute
And soulless songs now constitute
Every time you stick it to the man
Your voice is drowned out by
you pulled up new infinity, all up in my vicinity
Catch ups, we coolin', your new man sound like a chump
Tell that boy we vibin', you'll hit him back,
nigga stay balling like he on the Knicks
I seen niggas broken down cause they on a fix
I record at any time cause Cimid on the mix
I can't add you to my
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