Lyrics:
To gore Northport's '84
Here is '84: Mary Lou Retton, Excitebike, AIDS, Jeopardy!
Wake up the Orwell in me
Crack rock, anyway, seventeen summers in
And OH I'd love to see
The look on your face when
The blood on your taste buds
It's a long time coming
Gonna ruin your day son
You wanna deface somebody
a bowl, I'm out here passin' L's
I did it on my own like Pat LaBelle, homie I rap for real, no cap Pharrel
My tracks are gon' get plaques wrapped in
a lie it's a test
How much pain can you take
Are you willing to sacrifice just a little so that down the road you can be strait
I love it when it's
reply
Bitches come and go
Like a common cold
Niggas folding cause they don't live by a code
Rip to my folks who ain't make it home
Love my brothers
this track over and over
again
I would flip it down like this (Let's go)
It was all a dream, I used to read Vibe magazine
Puffy and Biggie up in
you can check my health
No I don't like the help
Go for gold Michael Phelps
So it's so funny to me, ha
LOLOL
I'm the best on the shelf
I'm obsessed with
I’m motivated by the cheese
I can do what I want
Call it the American Dream
I’m all about the paper
Call me Michael Scott
Retirement funds and shit
homie, we bad
Michael Jack, Michael Jack, Michael Jack
If you hatin', you can beat it
360, I'm in this game and I'm realizing my achievements
Along with
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
flick with my hombres
We tracks will make a killing
Forever forever
It's the remedy to make your body rock
Beatnuts and Rascalz who don't quit
And when
an investment
I chose music by a long shot. Blessing!
I witnessed Cole live, never gon' forget that
Love Yourz came on and it left me with an impact
Handed you
when you rock it up they'll cuss me
I get local love
Still I get hella hugs in country
I ain't stopping till I'm upti
What stain nigga buss me
I could
Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back
Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks
For the love that why their
I blow everybody gone applaud it
I'm grinding they can't stop it
When I'm on the stage Ima rock it
On the way to outer space with moon rocks in my
like Michael and 'Beat It', I remain undefeated
Golden pot just to pee in, but none of that shit matters at all if you're leaving
Hawk you down like I'm
Lowry
They invested and the interest only compounding
The way I'm mac'ing shit I need like 40 Dells
I body some' then run it back just like I'm Cordarelle
from the city where that sun don't sleep
It's time to get live because the terms is breached
Ride the wave like the world is a beach, learn more I
were
Watermelon fights on the lake where we'd sex up the rocks
Trying hard to hold on to the start
We'd run down to the tracks and stick our tongues
it's disco and rock
But um, we just went in the studio and we did it
We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know
Compliments of the company,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You
Baby It’s only you that got my heart
You
Had me going so crazy
to the music
I had this hi-dea about rock and roll
And how I think it's similar to the way that hip hop will grow
They thought it was a fad made by African
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like
the moment i set it, movement manufactured kinetic/
For tracks got a 16 to shred it, verbs wit razors imbedded//
phonetic efforts crafted
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