Lyrics:
a disorder and Linkin Park's my scripture
December coming, no need to be running
The future's just ahead of us
Life changes all of a sudden
This is December
break it
I would have never been involved with You
The drama you constantly put me through
Said I'm so done
How could I be so dumb
Got here linkin park
it but you know Los Angeles
This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it
He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat
I put it in park
and snipe five
Y'all got some trife wives
Show me where y'all re' at, where the ki' at
Sleep, eat shit and pee at, park your three at
Spark like Vietnam,
the park, rope still on my neck
I just lost my best friend carried his body in a box
Cleaned his blood out the rug, image still in my head
What's deep, I
Okay
Yeah
All gas no brakes
Work smart
And still I work hard too
Bar Duke on the track
I will starve you
Snack on these rappers
Like some greasy ass
dreamin
Peace, I'm out, golden globe rapper low-keyin
[La The Darkman, (12 O'Clock)]
Yo, Cuban linkin, lampin at the park here drinkin
rap-rock
Flipping past the bin for Limp Bizkit
Kept seeing this other band right next to it
A band by the name of Linkin Park
Graffiti street soldier
to lay this fucking beat to rest
And we going hard 'bout to leave you running out of breath (yuh)
And this is Yodin on the beat
Coming through to you from
Causing havoc
Getting Bennington to Linkin Parks faster
For that Hybrid Theory
Between lying near the
Cusp of dying here be
My mind grim reaping
Emcees
I
that turned out to be my discretion
I sang my heart out on that one Linkin Park song in high school
And you were indifferent all the same, I didn't even
cause theres no plan b
I wannted to hoop I wanted to shine I wanted to be a star
I started drumming with this music thinking I’m linkin park
In
on the street corner
It get colder than -trilla
Swerved past the block in that new Redeye
I parked the Maybach by the park
Then I jumped out with that chrome
He
all my well check's,Leave my health
Cause I cant count all this money think I need some help,
It's the franchise of zone 6 no jazze cheif
I got
park
With a pengting really nice to meet ya
Got a friend for my friend that's a feature
Hopped on a track to tell them how I seen ya
All started with
were on the
Same side
Remember running through the park as a warm up and staying right behind me so I could
Catch all the wind
But what about off-road
the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie, get
within just to live on the outside
It was Linkin Park when I was thinking dark
The Chili's for funk and Blink for Pop-punk
Hilltop is what we played in
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
bitch good for is lyin' n cheatin'
Leave a bitch on read she see the receipts
Bitch I love gettin geeked out my mind, gonna tweak
Give a fuck what they
getting by
My supply running out, I hope you don't decide to kill my high
I work all day to pay these bills, all night to pen these rhymes
Some may call it
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
every now and again
All by design
I'm getting it patterned
I see through the lies
They know how to pretend
Out on a limb
An arm and a leg
For all
and we lost track of the time
We rode our bikes out to the beach house by the bay
And we thought everything would be okay
We didn't even know how to leave
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