Lyrics:
the city down
You know I hold the city down like a anchor man, Ron Burgundy
Verse get murdered first degree to silence your uncertainty
Keep it a cnote, I
You asking how Ima do it, Ima do it through music, truly I have to do it, to speak to the soul, while promoting the honest truth in, every line I
doing
Your tiger's beautiful
Do you like it, look
Mass rep heavily, Beantown to Beverly
I'm Mill City born and bred, my flow's heavenly
just can’t fulfil
Singing for God’s will
Like a gospel choir
(But)
I’m supposed to take it slow
Continue this shit show
Like a bad joke
Your best friend
days
That Philistine lacks self-esteem
He gonna have to learn today
Not much I can do for you
If you're choosing misery
All that toxic I can stop it
Ultra
On your own
Dime and release it for free, right?
Def Jam had signed Lonny Breaux, then this
Frank Ocean guy puts out
An Internet sensation
That
the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!"
[Chorus]
It may look and sound easy doing the human beat box
But it's
like la, la, la, la
From the same city as the B-I-G
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on their radar, where it beat I be
Was a slave for
a tasty treat
All for this scary good time!
Their brew is made of toadies and frogs
Eyes of newt and chewy black slugs
Its slimy green! Fill up your
disaster, destruction's in the air
These ego trips, by heads of states, who giveth not a care
For all your children and all my children
The future's in
as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,
of the penni got nothing on me
Blow through your city like bottles on me
Don't need your pity that shit is for free
This is satire
Shit is satire
Don't fuck
beam's
I'm tight fear
I'm that nightmare that killed that dream
My gat steam crazy buzz i slit wit' wigs
Plus some bid for your baby love
I'll play
And just because it tickled when you cough
You can fake your death. Hey fake your death.
And Jones writes for Harpers Bazarre Digest
Dangling gorgeous lies
Already spent it, hundred thou? 16?
Make you feel like the richest No! niggas
What happen when them cloths won't fit ya
And everybody asking for pictures
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
cannot neglect
They use to my love, but lately I've been feeling it less
Asking for it, and I got it, always filled to the tip
Yea
Asking me
Lately they
the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!"
[Chorus]
It may look and sound easy doing the human beat box
But it's
off your window, Manhattan traffic cop
You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot
[Chorus] - 2X
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
can't believe
But I had to turn the page to understand the other side
Had to get it by myself and can't let truth turn into lies
So I put on for my fam
the prose was profound
Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
trees
Governed by the peace and philosophy of anarchy
Entropy be the tendency for anything structurized to break free
Scientifically, it's a natural
facts for the ruthless
Central Mass samurai, stoned and toothless
False leg, but no false words, I used it
Slum flag wavin', peace to Wolf Packs
Clintel
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