Lyrics:
on em
Rip up a riddim lit make another hit on em
Chris man this one is sick and I want the kick on it
Quick cos I'm gonna spit but I got the shit
Oh my
Now I'm so fly
Fuck what they think
They don't know I
I'm no guy
To be approached by
No Piss taking
Little toe rag
With a blade thinking
of Toronto game
I'm gettin' biggity back, biggity biggity back
Back on triggity track, yo I'm gettin' back on track get off my back
When I grab the microphone,
This ain't beastmode boy I'm a creature
You can hear the animal that
Is coming thru the speakers
Track with the wild out break bone features
Trunk
a fail won't fall off track
Now I got the ball I'm 2k Kobe ima' jack
Feel my haters waiting for a fail won't fall off track
I can't take these hunger
hear it cause u dont really use it
Im so sick and tired of you being admired
So im here to inspire and just make it all rewired
Wheres the lyrics yea
experience with
Mental illness inform this album?
I don't know about mental illness
But I'm a sad bitch sometimes that's
The shit I'm more attracted to
So
I'm on the wayside
Godamn, got to get that back
Cuz I'm on the wayside
Nice hand so I can't fold back
I'm on the wayside
Can't stop 'till I'm on,
to the temples
I am sent to he who heeds minstrels
It's my event so leave if you ain't into
God's pencil or the seer's pen too
You might say I'm changing the world
JaeMyth, JaeMyth
And WestMo on the Track!
Im the coldest one around, just holdin down my town, why you niggas all in my zone
You bussin tricks like
I feel sick and tired
That's just how i'm wired
I must be a liar
How my pants be fucking fire
I feel sick and tired
Lately uninspired
Baby you my
Get marked on your chest like an X-men
Get two sauced
So screw off
I'm the beast without the blue balls
And I will feast on your crew
If they wanna beef
Everything so bright
I'm surrounded by Sydney lights
Lots of pretty women that the pick me type
Thinking this is nice but
Weekends over
Tough luck no clover
to women that married you
Be they got sick
and they tired
so now these women
ain't scared of you
This america,
truth reigns
in the end of the day
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
left on our own yeah
Fake friends, fake friends yeah I cut m off
Set trends, set trends get them Audamars
Im next, Im next so I aint gone find
Fake
as well
Fly away (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And there's nothing in my way so I may as well
Fly away
I'm on top of this thing so I may as well
Fly away
Got
cough is just cause of the potent
I'm ill but it's just cause I'm so sick
By so sick I mean I'm the dopest
Smoke all the dope that I'm rolling
Kinda like
Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by tecca neez
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
I started feeling the pressure
So I need a little hope
I need to double the dutch
Like I started jumping rope
My body surrounded by water
I'm not
on the groove
Several wopplers kinetic
My beat's energetic when reseted
You wonder why, we put our friends through calisthenics
So check out the fiery, I'm
actually better for me with less emcees to compete
So keep talking shit while I'm thinking out the cubby
I never-ever-ever-ever had an ounce of doubt in me
a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
He said "Can you swing a hammer" He said "do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
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