Lyrics:
Got nothing to die for
Got nothing to light for
Rhyme four twice more
Eight miles of life force
Till I create files and crime for
Police trials and nice
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
I got a chance to grab the mic, I didn't play wit it
Present day, I'm still hungry, rockin' the beats
Stopped making songs for plays and made 'em
fuck up the bank im tryna fuck up the bank
fuck up the bank im tryna fuck up the bank
Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ran out of space i aint got
to the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
To the rhythm
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Get on Patron, run grab by your
suppressed by tyrants
But also by the devil's lies hence why he keeps on testing me but I still got fight left in me
All I needs a lil bit of energy,
it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fall
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just
it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fall
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just
what I mean
Flag fellas, you know what I mean
Flag fellas, you know what I mean
Raise this rhythm, bitches, tease them
Howl up and we will beat them
to the rhythm of the Body heat
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
See'mon
Well here I am I got the heat
I'm gonna rock to the rhythm of the Body heat
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
Sympathy from me cause I’m hollow but got a sick flow
Particles colliding events are taking place
Got the heart of a lion ain’t got no time to waste
Gotta
'm home alone
Hmm
Pretty bitch, nickname my pussy Welch's
Out in Boston, tryna fuck on one them Celtics
I need a nigga like Franklin, not like Elvis
I
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
your rhythm Feel The Motion
Moving through the crowd I can feel you
Need you by my side
Feel your body
Move through night into morning
Just enjoy
You can hear how I felt
I'm bout that action like my bro bros
Just staying true to myself
I'm making jams on command
Must be the rhythm of Welch
I need
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
did it by my self
when you know know I guess you know god damn god damn I guess you know
I did it by my self
Oh really
All my boys tell me I go Rambo
I
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
the night
Ma, I like the night (bitch-ass niggas take flight)
You want your gun I got your millimeter
I eat a sucka duck emcee to smoke blunts by
needed them it was nowhere to go
So I road by myself I ain't never need help I'm addicted to women and all of this wealth
Oh you mad now I get it cuz I got
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fall
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just
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