Lyrics:
Prada hoes
College ho, Zone 3, niggas with a lot of gold
Snoop guard the door
I just love being by the stove
Heres some food for thought, a little
Vitalise the body and mind, top gear
Vocal with her cheeks , clap ,clap
Black widow baby
Latex , kinky
Break a mans neck with a roud house kick
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is mine
If you're on me, come
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
the source, the force won't survive.
For eternity, the source is alive.
You forgot the words of your creator
And now he's made you a perpetrator,
Forever
of art
It would tear you apart if you knew
Can I get an amen in here? (Amen)
This magic is fueled by your heart
But the dreams in his eyes were untrue
He
who that fake pro, tryna fuck wit my hoe? peep
I'm killing for them hips continuously
my rap is g-a-m-e
vocals'll get you stymied
got locals running wit
steerin' (skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self, like, "What it he wearin'?" (What?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in by myself, or with my man
Even when
his brain now, no recluse
80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled
international, they'll hear my shit abroad
And I go by "fuck the normal" you can't hold me with your laws
Everything is done, everything is over
You can't hold me
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
Talib Kweli,
yeah, hey
Get wit it, get wit it
Here we go, here we go,
come on, come on
Here we go, here we go,
come on, come on
Yeah
[Chorus: Group, Dawn lead vocals]
Let me see (your hands) up in the air yeah, do your dance
Tell me what you came here to see (to see)
Come on and rock
we're digging the sounds,
(wa-oo) Eagor on chains backed by asbaying hounds,
(wa-oo) The coffin bangers were about to arrive,
(wa-oo) With their vocal
smokin gas by the boatload
I fuck her, she hittin da vocals
She talk on my name for the promo
You watchin my face like a homo
I think I'm the shit just
Chewing on a cigarette, he doesn't raise his voice
But is he really cool or one of the toys, toys, toys, one of the toys
Here comes the band, so give them
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
Live from the centre of the universe, the galaxy of the galaxies, the reality of the realities, its the reality show. And here he is now, our host
waiting for this moment since early Monday morn. Friday is here and I am gone. Monday, I can barely get out of bed. Tuesday, my inbox overflows with dread.
Here's come the handyman
c boatload of cologne
Sweating off the gristle and his eyes are filled with flame
His computer's offline
He's got a job
the bag
Brother
Life is bands
I ain't take that back
They say love is blind
But I doubt that fact
Cuh he be knowing what he doing
When he slamming that ass
I’m like baby is you shittin me
I got my bands up you nigga ain’t as lit as me
I put some bands up just for them to go and rip my jeans
All these
.jpg "Bill Gaither")
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