Lyrics:
could never see us
Kids saying that they bang
Man, that's Onomatopoeia
Diamond flooded pieces catch a fever off a chest cold
Phone jack jumping burnin'
with every challenge
Set around me while my clock still tickin'
And I'd love to see another year
But I won't beg for it if my end is near
I'ma take it
of the cityscape
The world is ours tonight
All bathed in yellow light
Gas lamp flames, dying low
Neon flickering
While the oil drum embers glow
You wear
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
jack
That's as nice as Side on this mic device
Why you frontin'?
Ayo my mind be as sick as Rob Zombie
Bangin' out a banger is where you can probably find
of Spades
You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My DJ's in the shadows, I perform
Show my soul side
And find yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
You must not be afraid
You must turn the page
You wore your goddess
you copy my style
See as we dey bump
We dey bump and grind
You be wey rey
Why you dey Jack my swag
See as we dey cruise
We dey run this town
You be wey
(Yeah!)
When you see the Steady comin'
Y'all better beware of us
Loudmouths is always talkin' (talkin)
When we come they keep on walkin' (walkin)
But
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
I'm a Jack of all trades and a bastard son
A burnt out slave and a master of none
A cog on a wheel in a dog and pony show
But if I won
You Should Kill Me
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones and Jack Smith
I can't take it, I'm feeling so cold
All I taste is blood, as I begin
Better Way
Written by Jack Swagger, Marcus Jones, and Jack Smith
Maybe tonight we can breathe
Send your message to receive
Tell me son, what's your
a jack in the box
I jack in the box of ya thot
While jacking I'm god cause ya'll jacking my thoughts,
It's hot still, the jackets is off
Jabs rock em
The lights are down low
The snow it is falling
The streets are all empty
We're headed back home
Everyone's telling their old Christmas stories
But I
Robin Edwards
Blinded by darkness Psyche was unable to see the one she loves. Cupid embraces Psyche only during the night. She is forbidden to see Cupid's
el pecho sin razón
Y quedó claro que ya puse mi hígado, míralo, eh
¿Quién tiene en la capi este funk?
Arquero y Seba jones, pa' que lo sepas vos, 'taba
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in
down wit us
Pretty Boy Floyld you know he down wit us
Roy Jones Jr. he's down wit us
Iron Mike Tyson down wit us
Lennox Lewis is down wit us
don't fuck with to many earthlings
All we do is blaze tree
All we do is blaze tree
Niggas know me
All we do is blaze tree
My niggas know me
.3 extra
on my Jack Jones
Get the drop might run up in your bando
Get round there twinning with rambos
On the pitch n****s know im a handful
Opps get blown out
attack us
Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass
Slick pose with another gold hit
By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click
All
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
low gotta duck the scene
Niggas like why you so serious
Fuck nigga why is you curious
Niggas is broke and delirious
Paralyzed niggas is feeling
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