Lyrics:
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
a bean, get it down with some lean
Had a dream, on the codeine
Sippin slowly, moving slowly
Big drums, rollie pollie
I ran it up, by my lonely
You said
live is ill
[Madlib]
Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"I gotta flex with a Lex in my video"
That's what half of these
E.D., rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig?
Goal is to get Naughty by Nature
And blow up like when girls blow up my SkyPager
Make loot by the stacks -
[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white
displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic, it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra's style
Straight from the mic all trouble released
You want a slice like a cake I'll dis you a piece
I need a scratch, now my battery's banging
Sorry for the pause
You know what's up got these bands by my lonely
Double cup taking shots like I'm Kobe
Roll it up got some gas in the stogie
Ash, then I'm gone
Get
Yeah! This the original right here
Ya know what I mean? Fuck Death Row!
We gon' give it to ya like this
Wit' my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean?
Daz
In the center on a island with my thermometer drawn
So all MCs are warned
Not to compete if you can't withstand the heat
So one crazy MC got real bold
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
[Intro]
One-one-one-one, mic check one
Gallopin to a hood near you, one time
Bald head...
And you know what I'm talkin about doin
I'm talkin about
now supporting myself with my rapping now
When I call my mom she's actually proud hope you're not mad at me now
Used to be foolish now I just chill by
It ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell, I excel then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death,
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
crazy on this island
Lay me down by the river
It's getting kinda lonely with my selves
Wish I could tell them all to go to hell
I can't control
And I'm lonely
[Chorus]
I would rather fall from grace completely
Than let you change my mind
And I would rather bet my life against the rising
say the name
McBanes
From deep waters coming at you
To bless you with the new mic order
[Eno Red Rum]
Red Rum composer
Starlight symphony
Battling my
Lonely heart I've got a lonely heart
Starting to fall apart
Cause without it's only me and my broken heart
I'm so battered and broken with scattered
Weird flex but ok
She text she lonely
She call you lyin
She call me smilin
Yes sir we Wildin
Pr my island
We smoke the finest
Tetra hydro science
I
[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)]
Uh... musical clever
You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical)
Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic
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