Lyrics:
never knew rock bottom had a basement
Til I woke amongst the jonses wasted
Jobless with no cash
Surrounded by empty blunt wraps
Liquor bottle caps
As they
no illusion
Tinie Tempah, come in
A hundred thousand people everybody mosh pitting
I make the most of every minute that the clock give me
So
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
already know she want that sauce cause
I feel so high, I can't let a minute go by when I'm with you (when I'm with you)
Said when I'm with you, oh no no
You're a therapist
This uh Hash-Browns as you guys call him
It's just a part of you uh
Mr Z
Aye that's Tiga Z
Ah yes Tiga Z
Has to just learn to let go
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
This ain't no red flag
Shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on you still see I'm the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
Can I wash your hair underneath that wig takes a minute try and get to
The other side can I peal the
Skin of your face takes a minute try and get
Yo, I mock tenor, lend a hand
(Lend that hand) we rock negative
Mock to lend a hand to zealots
I walk the block with a
Can of phantom repellant
Well bae do you love me
Just like how I love you
I had my guard up took a minute to trust you
Took a minute to trust you
But I let you in now a nigga
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
MICHAEL!
Remember the time? We was bad killing them off them walls
Staring at the man in the mirror with all the p.y.t's
But they ain't never cared
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
just sayin
Kept all a that ova there
I’m just sayin
You watch what you sayin
I ain’t here for playing
Better watch it
Heavy metal
Rock it
Shorty
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
don't know (oh)
Down the hall
Punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
soon as she think the cock Asian (caucasian)
I turn that white girl to a crack rock
Make her feind for it
Billie Jean for it
Michael Jackson, Janet
Don't you know
Don't you know (yeah)
For a minute I was staying on the low (yeah)
This game didn't choose me, this the life I chose
So I had to go,
at the haters
Check the data
Couple goals
Will & Jada
The end is tangled
When the shit
Hits the papers
Busta vs Michael Myers
1st verse
Dear God
I wonder can
Jamaica
Wit the spliff lit
Waving at the haters
Check the data
Couple goals
Will & Jada
The end is tangled
When the shit
Hits the papers
Busta vs Michael
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
He was NY's talk
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
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