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in her mouth, boy, I know you taste it
I ain't nothin' like Kodak, finna call my Haitians
You clutch your shit when I walk by, bitch, I know you racist
Ready, get funky with it!
Ready gets busy on the beatbox
Yo Jeff man what you doin'? Give Ready a hand
Jazzy Jeff throws on another beat
Now my life is
know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been
be on my line all the damn time
I be lying to them bitches like
You on my fuckin' mind
But I really be focus just on this money
All in the studio
This
Intro: fire
Long live our fire. X2
You know my wants
N my feelings
N i wantz
Got me N my feelings.
Lemme tell ya what i
Want a
Black barbie Who
a jewel by side
Mwari bless up can't distress us nothing's new on our side
I got you
I feel so good when you condoning my pride
I feel so
I feel so good
as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know,
the videos I be bringing it like Mike in the 80s
Level of success based on my level of risk
You've been yelling for the lyricist
Then reveling this
Old
been through
You don't know
You don't know
You can't tell me who
My mind isn't just like you
You won't know
You won't know
I'm feeling
Stressed stressed
be a nigga dead in a viewin'
Would you take a look inside of my eyes?
I'm surrounded by a bunch of blind guys
Out of sight and out of my mind
But
more
Then he got me hyped when he played this incredible song and I lost my mind when Ready see played Donkey Kong
Yo Ready, get funky with it!
Yo Jeff
of the sickly
So long your mind's been trapped
Slave, cause you're shamed to be black
Ignorant of the purpose of the
plan to keep the black man down under
So I'll
down, he said, "Mama, I've got to go."
He said, "I'm leaving my heart right here,"
Oh, I don't wanna go, but I've got to leave you, mama
And he's been
The "charismatic enigma," Jeff Hardy of rap
Look somewhere else if ya wanna party and dance
'Cause selling out has never been a part of the plan
It's only up to us
gotta thank you mama
You took the time to free your mind and love yourself lil' mama
You know your worth is not defined by no one else lil' mama
high
Ever since September,
I've been taking dancing lessons, now I can't remember
How the heck to dance
Pardon me
My name's Jeff
And I don't mind
but you was up in the wind
You never even knew my name, you didn't
You never wrote, called, let alone came by
As a youth it was hard to wonder why
down, he said, "Mama, I've got to go."
He said, "I'm leaving my heart right here,"
Oh, I don't wanna go, but I've got to leave you, mama
And he's been
Mama we're in
Chilling at the beach with my feet up
Had a real abuelita cook and feed us
Should've seen her roll the dough out for tortillas
Salsa
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God you'll look and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven
and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God you'll look and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven
You my rib, you my dawg, always keep me cool
I been tucked in, I been hustlin’ and still go to school
But if they touch my fuckin’ brother, I’ll still
later
I'm working on something that's greater
That's my legacy
Uh, I'm gon' be remembered by generations to come
Damn, you dumb
You won't be
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