Lyrics:
of the world
Captured inside my heart
Eternally crushed by anxiety
Sinking deeper with every move
Disembodied there is nothing left of me to give
I can't hold
to die yung and I'm a target when I'm older
We're soldiers, falling and nobody can hold us
Told us, so many lies my pen and pad is open
Imma get off
marobala when we flipping
Change marobala when it's flipping
When the real niggas die
Fake niggas gon' multiply
When they see we comin' up
All them
got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach
He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he's well-respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is
Swing low
Sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
(Swing, swing)
Yeah
(Swing, swing)
This is it right here
(Carry me, carry me)
Ain't no running
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
out of wood
Like goin' up and not comin' down,
Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound
To the beat beat, you do the freak
Everybody just
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while I'm holdin' my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggas ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call 'em soul
Been wearin' furry Kangol's,
chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggas ain't gone change
They comin' around the ghetto so you might call 'em soul
Been wearin' furry Kangol's,
through the crowd with my sound
I'm way up
Way up
Way up
Open up your eyes if you brave enough
We got the juice ya'll ain't sipping yet
Black is
that's the way my cannon spit
You better abandon ship, the predator anarchist
The better the rapper is the better the beheading
Make your predator sound
That means that Ac' is comin hard
And you're regrettin that you tried to pull his card
I start to sweat when MC's get out of hand
And I
your fascination
Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga
the bums is like the role models
Sleep in the streets, beggin for change, clutchin a cold bottle
Shit, niggaz fuck with death like it was thick bitch, with
Jermaine Dupre,
Female rappers these days sound like hoes to me,
My pussy is diamonds, my pussy is drippin’,
You all sound like desperate bitches,
I always
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even
hip-hop is
Gettin’ kinda redundant
Frequently change my frequency
Of transmission
To broadcast beyond the boundaries
Of your vision now reminisce when
my pockets down that's a tip
I got a phone call money is talkin brrr
I'm comin through
I got my own sound roamin around shadows I probably got two
I
when I first got here I knew already
I gotta protect my heart
Make all changes, new decisions and flip it
I gotta protect my heart
The room is oh so hot
sound”
Yeti is Jon when he holds his teeth down
So here’s a reminder
When peers aren't behind ya
You always rewind it
The day that you make it yo ass can
to fulfill
6 days a week comin home just worry bout a man in my girl
All I ever wanted was to change my racks
But the confidence I had is what they said I lack
who
Ready Rock C is, here's a brief description
Of the things that he can
Do in his musical position
Ready Rock C makes sounds with his mouth
Yo Ready
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