Lyrics:
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
Lyte is kickin' some fly
Take it from me, or could you really take it?
And if you got away with it, would you really make it
In the world of hip-hop,
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
frienemy
Yo what's up, see me on (?) tryna get buck
Where in the world did he get that from?
When the bass drop down and he kick that drum
So what's up?
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
look at Garvey
This is the potential that is
Wasted on a daily basis in this racist
Classist world that we live in
Still we comin' from nothing
But we
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder
I guess by then you'll be ready
Cause All My Children got One Life to Live
But knockin wifey out the box
Is
you proud and by any means
Nowonder nikamba kutulu cause am busy chasing my dreams
Now the studio crowded
Bani kambisa makani yama features ta
You lucky
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
what I'm sayin'?
Big time Brooklyn
You know what I'm sayin'?
And it's Brooklyn, too, you know what I mean?
That alone, this is real special to me
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had
my first studio at like
12 or 13 somewhere in that season
Of my life, singing along with the radio
Became me wanting to be on radio
You know
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
someone at home in the house watching their children
I was in the studio tryna make me a living, while you living out your fantasies
Pleasing some other
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Gotta live by the code never trust these hoes get you some money go buy you a house lil nigga before you go buy some gold getchu some bread go take
that describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad video
Learned
needs
To live around me (live around me)
Tell everybody in the fucking world to
Come move in with me
Is it because you love me that
You all fucking live
tried to touch me I punched him in his lap
Five years old bout four years old something like that
Yea I got bats around my house in real time yea it's
that they wish me hell
Yo, get a real job, rappin' doesn't pay the rent
I hit the studio 'cause that's where all my money went
Never surrender, it's
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