Lyrics:
What's playin' at the Roxy?
I'll tell ya what's playin' at The Roxy
A picture about a Minnesota man
So in love with a Mississippi girl
That he
Believe it, quiz Ripley about the kid mickey
The artist with 4 eyes
But not from Mississippi
Ironically I ain't got nothing
But vision in me i'm ill when I
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
you'll never know how I feel
Seems redundant for me to pray that hell don't exist
When I'm just one sin away from burning deep in the pits
Done
revolutionaries in the thang, don't
You know this mindset won't always be the same, solidify your solitude, in the choir
Too, be quiet too, people would never
through the party, see you visual cooper
Take her to my criz-zay, what you dizzy-in'
I ain't gonna discuss this, no more about to bust it
And when I do
your palm
Close your eyes to see the stark
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by
and a choir so faint
In this lonely church of sorrow, where no hope is sustained
I'm the one you should have took, the weathered, weary shell
Scarred by life,
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
I got a nine millimeter (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
the door for all my pretty black women in the pit of Mississippi
Don't miss me cause' you'll miss me then you'll miss my shit
And I ain't missing my shit
rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, a body rockin'
A c'mon everybody
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse
Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know
Come on watch the garden grow
I'll see you when you get there
Uh, alright, yeah,
When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles,
And follow through with me
You paint a picture
And it's difficult for me to see
It's easy for me just to say
That I got no complaints
Avoiding conflict
So I
end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leave
Tossed it in the river like I threw
niggas be snitching, I guess they the choir
Huh
Bitch I been baptized in fire
Traumatized by all of the visions of death
In the middle of the night
But it
are my only supplier
Even when I walk through fire
I'll keep singing like the choir
Jehovah Nissi
I know that you'll never leave me
You are my Lord
to treasure it
How? We see the world through different eyes
You see it as a crumbling ball of hate in wicked times
I see it as my generation plagued with
the world through different eyes
You see it as a crumbling ball of hate in wicked times
I see it as my generation plagued with sickened minds
There's probably
Call me Coach Deon I ain't taking no more losses
Separated from the fake, I see these niggas tryna cross me
Fell in love with a ho, didn't know that
What's playin' at The Roxy?
I'll tell ya what's playin' at The Roxy.
A picture about a Minnesota man
So in love with a Mississippi girl
That he
forever trapped inside this web
Crawling in your eyes and skin confine you to a deathbed
I'll pull you up by puppet strings so you can do my bidding
room for so many more (room for so many more, room for so many more)
Wake up in the morning, don't know if you're coming back!
When we took
just want every one of you motherfuckers in here to do one thing with me
C'mon
[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody rise
C'mon, New York,
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