Lyrics:
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
of the Wu-Tang manual
Handles to keep this hip-hop shit tangible
Illegible, every egg ain't edible
My tracks remain Unforgettable
Like Ol' Nat Cole
Got to catch
Governator on these hoes, my rhymes I'm flexing
Rubbing shoulders with the brass
While your bed wetting
Hip-hop is my chick, which, welcome to the wedding
I'm
your chickens agree they rather kick it with me
Cuz I suprise em every now and then with mystery meat (boh)
Who's the clever kid who use his leverage
built hip-hop
From the ground up, it was just a idea
So I'ma pay tribute
Yo, I'm an Outcast
My exhibit is raw
Nevertheless, I kept it Dougie Fresh
Yes,
thing
Pullin your strings, makin you feel like you in a dream
It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin you multiples
just by the tone of my voice in
(You know the name)
Heart blacker than tar
Don't care who you are (I really don't)
A true nineties bully
Repping the culture fully (Hip-Hop
This is Hip Hop
Only wear that drip drip like master raindrop
All the kids with the kick kicks
Verify the tick ticks
Faking that they rich rich
No money
some style by taking glances
Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
Same routine,
is here
Hell yeah, I smell your fear
And I'm your fearless leader
With lyrics deeper than the
Crater left in Hiroshima
So if you love Hip-Hop but
Saw
now look at this crazy mess
We in the 90's, and finally it's looking good
Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would
A lot of ups and downs in
tell me why)
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
Uhh, uhh
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky
wanna die, God tell me why)
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
To make
Started buildin' with her constantly like Jill Scott
Now she in my world like hip-hop
And keep tellin' me, tellin' me, yeah
If you were worried 'bout
Lotta pretty bitches tryna hop up on my meat again
When I'm just tryna meet a friend
And show her you and me can win
I want a bitch that can see the kid
All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest
Now the hip hop police, the villains is watchin'
And the kids think beef is they only option
to earth, homie, hip hop is in ruins
I'm a third of the Tribe but I'ma speak for the clique
What up though, we miss you, kid
Motor City say
(Dear Dilla)
papi
I wrote the hip hop chronological and rap trilogy
Girls over here they calling me the big D
Now ima kick it as live it I'll grip it
Spit the letters
love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Who else could
just might call up some hittas
Movin' sideways stop club seats in Hip Hop no bad girl do play my part in my own lane
Never shallow cover all my faults
that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga
Im gonna make it to the top
Verses too hard they aint gon flop
Like kobe ain’t gon pass the rock
Making you move rap not hip hop
I use my fists
like you crazy, he got classic shit
[Verse 2]
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound
him and God communicated (super dope)
It's so many memories in hip hop you created
Swizz made sure your legacy got celebrated (salute Swizz)
X was
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