Lyrics:
a deathly silence that lay all around
Hear the lark and harken
To the barking of the dog-fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the King-fisher
Flashing
Yeah yeah (Pew, pew)
Yeah yeah (Aye let's go Taj, yeah)
Franco (Eddie, Lil Eddie)
Woah
They say I say I too much up in my music
Guess we don't see
nationwide
I could stand by your side
Let me into your life
It's an ultimatum, ultimatum
I can't choose
Eddie Mentholatum how I'm rubbing off you
Yeah I'm
the pistol, I'll make that shit tote
I'm the gunna bitch, I got you in the scope
I don't think you want this drama, it's a simple nope
You know my homie Eddie
Your chest's filled with kids that
Ran away from parents
You get inside of kids' beds
With a little thong
What you mean by Billie Jean
Is little Billie
life I been looking for anything Real
Ain't nothing on earth that this music can't heal
Do you see the way that it's making me feel
That's real, that's
no luck
Starting battles, was losing them, but to be honest, I don't give a fuck
Cut off the fakes that couldn't keep it a buck
Bitch I'm the goat, all
girl, Effie
With a vibe so raw, Eddie
No gang but I bang with you heavy
You done got the juices flowing
The thought of you I swear it gets me going every
better than any kid 'n play
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy I can't hear you, say it
Play that funky music say
Eddie never listened
To the songs on modern radio
Cos that shit's not art
Eddie was a rocker at heart
He was always more intrigued
By the words not
Report or Max Roach
Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson
Like Ron Carter's bass lines will beat you
I been waiting on you baby let me see it
See it
No Victoria baby I'm tired of secrets
Secrets
You push my buttons then I tell you
That I'm leaving
Chilling by myself thinking bout the bigger picture
Shop open I’m rolling like a swisher
She just gotta wax and its bald Derek Fisher
I just took my
a stepper, my gun: it got kick like a shoe brand
Thirty in my 'K, yeah, that's more than a few bands, to you
It's just music and lyrics, I think that you're
music laying down a lovers' groove
As she passed me by I could not help but smile
At this beautiful woman who was still only a child
She caught my eye
that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle
that inspired
By my idols on the stage
And rocking mics
And while i'm watching like
I'm gonna make it mine
So if it kills me
Its how I thrill seek
Itchy
it like
IPhone got a camera she gon' ride the pipe
If not that then watch back
Tell her kind to hike
Get ya clothes, hit the road
And they think I'm
The first time I kissed your lips, baby
The first time I held you in my arms, hold you, baby
I felt like I could make music, music to dance by
I
music
Loud as fuck
Aye roll the window up
Money power respect
I want that paper and power
I’m tryn get paid by the minute
You tryn get paid by to hour
a tool i am possessed by the
Spirit's of Langston Hughes
A true pioneer, I am here
Free At Last??? rhyming
For those who thought rapping was a pastime
It's
music
I'm in love with the shit (Love It)
Yeah I'm running to the racks
Nick Chubb in this bitch (Rack)
You bitches club hop (Hop)
You niggas love that
You said that you did it for you and your niggas
But couldn't do it for you and your yourself
Coach put me in now, I'm hittin top shelf
I'm king
interpositive!
[Jeff:] Huh? Where'd you buy that incense? It's hip.
[Good Conscience:] It's the same and mysterious exotic oriental fragrance as what the Beatles
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