Lyrics:
a bitch by adjusting the antennas
But if she demand it your betta forget it
She's psycho like Michael
You might go and wake up to knives and rifles
When
like a two-minute rush
That means I'm working towards the goal the clock moves and I crush
Any opposition blocks are getting moved with a thrust
And I
chances
I can do the mili rock for the masses
Learn to fly before this life passes
Moonwalk I'm the coloured Michael Jackson
Eksom get the whole room
know it's me
This is "My Philosophy," many artists got to learn
I'm not flammable, I don't burn
So please stop burning, and learn to earn respect
Formica floors
Shoes by Jimmy Chu's and Michael Core's
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve (uh, yeah)
Hook
(Eve)
I'm not a regular bitch, I
or money the man said it
You can run a bitch by adjusting the antennas
But if she demand it your betta forget it
She's Psycho like Michael
You might go
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
we had to do was learn an Elvis Presley song
They're only three or four chords and a couple minutes long
The gig was for special needs children
And so
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) Let's rock
(C'mon)
Things got too hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
who doing the most
I don't need to brag and boast
I'm out on the road
I don't rock Gucci or Prada
White T that's props to my father
I had to learn
Raw
Burning up but what do we know?
Live to learn; wait another minute
By the will to die
Their haunted houses were made of strangers
He'll break
and each other's
Worth seek out strong women to
Befriend, to align yourself with, to
Learn from, to be inspired by
To collaborate with, to support
To be
me a brand new toy
Two turntables with a mic, and I learned to rock like Dolemite
Time went by, on this God's creation, I knew someday I would rock
without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot
Added value to my name
And I learned from all the pain
Take me five minutes to take off all my jewelry
Lil mama on the phone talkin bout what she gon do
Minutes are minutes,
Hours are hours,
Love is love like many,
Petals on a flower.
Lightning strikes,
Thunder rolls by,
You got your earth oh
here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still
Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I
coming; an old thing going, it tells you that life is change
The world keeps a Spinning, as we live and die within it
By moment or by minute, reminding us
cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot
Heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From
hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to
Keep my formulas kosher accept
than Michael Keaton
It's just, another day in the life, time to ignite
Respond to a kid, no fight or flight, options will fright
I'm sharing insight that
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
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