Lyrics:
The first time you came by calling
My folks were sitting around talking
And Jesse and me slipped out to the back porch swing
His smile was so
with tyrants
Or confide in dead messiahs
By now you know a lot about me
Nothing's ever private
Whatever you're looking for in life you'll more than
my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
Forty-nine
been fighting for 400 years
Come on man, your peoples too
I just wanted you to explain what you mean by that
Your peoples too
You know what I'm talking
crew, smoke the gas everyday
Post up, edit nothin', play my playlists everyday When I do it, radio station goin' so crazy
Fuck the dark chaos, fuck
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
that was 'cause of cigarettes
(Or what?)
Or guns he tote; he called shots on the deck
So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You
Oh, what do ya know? He comes
Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown
Ground you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so
radio like the Crash Crew
Ask whoever you want, I'm managin' the funk on the paper
Outside of that we pull capers for days
Ridin throughout the maze
starting to doubt that you still need me
So please hear me as I shout
I'm screaming out
I'm screaming out
Can you hear my radio waves?
I'm sending them out
keep it movin' they run, run, run
You got no hustle you got
You end up layin' in blood, blood, blood
We all just tryin' to get by
Check this check
playin' by no rules
And girl singin' melodies (I'ma lay my hands on you)
And it soundin' like your favorite song playin' on the radio (I'ma give you what
Now he sitting in shock
My flow just knocked off his socks
Got his toes curling tight
I got him losing this fight
She grab her King by his hands
Now
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
Just ending things with her just really hurt
Damn
Shit really hurt
Damn, you know that shit's never easy
You know you'll get through it
Just hang in
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
theory with our, lot, you know?
It's only a commercial
Yes, yes, 'course, 'course not
Criticizing it's just
Um, well, I mean, not uh
Not quite the Creation
from the fake
Sans-serif font-face falls the editors way
Erase it all now; destroy my evidence
DOD standards, so forensics can't edit it
Hold me in
from the fake
Sans-serif font-face falls the editors way
Erase it all now; destroy my evidence
DOD standards, so forensics can't edit it
Hold me in
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
the beat in the medic
I'm the king and bitch I said it
I don't read it, I already
I already know what's up with you
You already know I fuck with you
You
of cigarettes
(or what?) or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck
So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You could see, he think he tough!
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
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