Lyrics:
somethin' I tried to study
But I got my hands bloody, yeah
They said I could sing like a jaybird
But nigga, don't say the J-word
I thought they was
of the selfish
Journey through the ruins
Reveals the lost and helpless
Millions suffer by the hands of a few
Fuck the users of the system
We're coming after you
a bird perched on him and swash buckled the same
Peg leg navigator starboard to port
By the nautical star of male an the harbor is yours
And you should
boy i'm on my way
(You know I made it) did it by myself
Mafucker don't need No Favours
When you grinding like this
Motherfuckers they supposed to hate
you pass it around
Come on, let's go to work
We got what'll make your body jerk
Make you throw your hands up in the air
Shake your booty and scream,
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
With the genuine, designed
Taunt like bars
Type that made the left weep
And the alt right pause
They can't tell how the baba swings
That's why home runs
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)
Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
You smashed in the face by the bass of Cool J
I'm
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
See i’m Real Real Glad
For the POP’S I NEVER HAD
It done made me see i’m 333
X of a Man, When I was growing up
Ain’t no Dad to hold my hands
Did it
fingers to critics
cnd you never see my hand getting lifted
[Chorus: L.O. Heemz & Corey J.][x2]
'Cause I don't feel that shit
I don't feel that shit
Fuck
Josey, your eyes
They tell no lies
Your hands in mine
Slow whine, slow whine
Josey, the signs
They pass us by
Your hands in mine
Slow whine, slow
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J
and Bernell, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone
Slim got shot, I got a call from the cops
I was dealt a bad hand, when
night
Made that pussy come into the sunrise
Fun times
Moving like a young Sam Rockwell
Hands-on like I'm Barksdale
But did not fail
Pookie
Fuck you
You
Switch Sides
What Do You See Inside My Eyes…
If I Look In Yours Will I Switch Sides
If I Look In Yours
If I Look In Yours Will I Switch Sides
Blinded by
W-w-welcome home
Made our return like the prodigal son
Outcasts we was on our own
Times up and we skin and bones
Been through hell left me skin
Like the Grinch
It's Wop (J. White, I need a beat I can go)
Like the Grinch, I woke up and chose violence
I got your whole label deal in one
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
I'm--[scratches]
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street
Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J
made her a drink
Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked
Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom
Popped
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