Lyrics:
the minds
Of his audience
That there is something solemn and
Significant at stake for
Meek in all of this it gave his
Career a narrative arc
However tragic
they see the great
Power this brings them and it
Soon becomes their dominant mind-set
We find these types in all cultures
And all time periods from
with open arms
So you tried another love
And it didn’t work out
And in the back of your mind
All you had was doubt
Should have told you
Love ain’t that
"Thriller" (boom)
My bass drum is a killer
Packed like a musket, tough to test it
Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it
His eyes are big, his
mind out if I
Told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left
That's why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now that
I'm not so scared
let it all out
I get in 'em when I sin 'em, the alkaholik venom
I fold your clothes with your body still in 'em
The rhymes I got, hit like Ronnie
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
hustle and stay on our grind
While giving you our chance to hear our piece of mind
We drink notti and sip some Bacardi
Mix a lil coke shit now it's a party
don't care about your body
You should visit a doctor because your mind is unsteady
You all are empty minds so you should go back to study
There is no
awards to celebrate success 'cause it's a given
We all stood out while y'all chose to fit in
Now they bettin' on the game, put your bid in
Got some
to sacrifice
2002 Black Knights
In the shadows with scalpals
Eagles that slide your name
Inside the funeral chapels
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, check it
7, 6, 5, 4, 3,
everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop!
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
Ignorance is bliss
Yeah its bliss
Aye yuh
Aye
Look
You Better get up in the mix mix mix cake batter
Do your lil dance baby
It don't even matter
All eyes
in the AM or the PM
You know I'm hitting TM I call 'em like I see 'em
So rewind the rhyme stick it in your eye
And let the old school open your mind
I'm overhead
In the head of your god.
Some of y'all
Ain't gonna dig this here
Thinkin I got balls
For this mix right here
And I owe it all
To my past
only you did not think me to be a person who has weakness of mind because of old age
They said, By Allah
You are still in your old confusion
Then when
rewind the rhyme stick it in your eye
And let the old school open your mind one time
Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven
light on who deceive and mislead
In your face filled up with greed, don't wanna see you succeed
It's the devil who feeds off the minds of those who need
the buck wild style that make you get hyper
I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my cipher
I got the new york hip hop so it goes on and on
Lose my mind
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Yo
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
pick it up
While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad
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