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And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine
in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave
at the living room
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I was jaming it that was my favorite song
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Digital
and they keep on coming
That's why I'm out of state and I keep on running
I ain't Nelly but my Desert Eagle's on girl
Just dropped bail traveling the world
play. Play games. Put on my game face
Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes
I go place to place without
Digital
Now the haters lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable
But lyrical, we still sh-sh-shit on you
I got a number two, Nelly got her number too
We
how I spend all my days
In the black and white trash city
I find my way by myself, don’t try to trick me
Get out of the way, there is no place for pity
singing about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgement we walked
singing about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgment we walked
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
blind you like Spit did to Ramo
(Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase,
the pen
And wrote my first rhyme and got that feelin'
And now I'm here in the flesh still dope still death
Tryin' to get my song (rockin' on the radio
a radio edit
Give it a good rinse
If you lacking and you in that Backfield
Then you getting blitz
Niggas they be scared to stand up
For they self
They form
holdin' you
Sunflowers and sunny days
You make the pain go away
Polaroids all over my place
I can't get tired of ya face
And when the wheels fall off
Imma
took you by the hand and I showed you how to stand
When you didn't have a place I built you castles out of sand, now
And all I can hear
Is this white
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
of academy
according to my anatomy
increasing cells
need place to dwell
only the brainstorm
expands the realm
all you gotta do is
to release yourself
and go
at their desk
My shit just keeps on playing
Like the radio's possessed
It's Bustin Jest yes
I smoked away my stress
Your daddy hates my music
But your
sly as fuck
I won't let shit slide
Like home plate dive
Like a role play try and
A radio edit (Why)
Cuz I've been fed ish (shit)
No decor light settin'
know what you've been told
But these were they days that formed my mould
Nelly, JT & Timbaland
Had the industry in the palm of their hand
Back when Amy
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