Lyrics:
the olden days
Of rap's Golden Age, back to the global stage
After the flow's engaged, and the vocals laid
Up on the track which is attacked with explosive
the olden days
Of rap’s Golden Age, back to the global stage
After the flow’s engaged, and the vocals laid
Up on the track which is attacked with explosive
me while I go freshen up for the party
I got a little confused I said party what's up with dude
He didn't even tell me I thought that was quite rude
'm just bat shit
I eat you all up like a fat kid, Bully in this bitch
You about to get your ass kicked
Or fucked raw on a dirty mattress
Here I go again
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
Without you bro
Life won’t be the same.
This world is cold.
I think I need a break.
Big brother
You know I’ll miss you.
I Wish you were here.
You
to change
The rap game won't be the same
Stay in my lane think I'll choose the fame
No more waiting for artificial flames
Here I go again
With the same damn
man here we go again with some more crap that ends up in a rap so it don't end up a trap in my head trying to leave the past dead so the best thing i
like how
People come and go as they Decide wow
Oh man, I get left standing here Rapping to the webcam
What's the vibe now
I've been up writing all night
take set my aura free (My aura)
And if I've not ghosted by now
Step on my chest tighter
Heave ho, and dance galala till my soul cut-out
I no go longer
Cool, cool 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab without a mic to grab
So then I add
thinking what he on
Emo vibe on this one here
Cause I'm still hot like sun in a Moncler
Man give chat I'm a go air GoApe
That's what racists say when I run
here i stand tall ready to go round fo round blow fo blow pound fo pound all i know is yull be hitting da ground n ill be hitting ya chick cause she
Music
Everything here down Hip Hop/Rap/Rhyme - talk/sing blend
MUSIC: TRACK #: 43806 - I WILL SURVIVE - 3:06
Track/Keywords: Hip Hop, rapper, street
a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars
Without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate
so? Let's do it again
Meet another guy that raps now that's you and a friend
And two heads are better than one, you work together for some-
-time, once
child
Sometimes I look at my library and I'll smile
Cause if I can't find it on the shelf
I know it's there
Meanwhile, there's other books without
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
(oh)
It's right here, over Roosevelt
Across the East River
That's enough of that crap
I got some raps to deliver
Everybody, look at me who's he, he's
Let's go in
Son I will give your life a remix
Sniff so much white that it'll stop my lungs River Phoenix
Kill every rap panelist kill every military
'll smoke you up like a blunt
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
To stage a rage is what rap did to me
To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem
the dark side
By any means necessary this is what has to be done
So make way Cause here I come
My DJ cuts materials grand imperial
It's a must that I bust
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
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