Lyrics:
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
the Constitutional Convention
There as a New York junior delegate
Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate
Goes and proposes his own form of government
gonna be, out of here. It's gone. It's 715. There's a new home run champion of all time and it's Henry Aaron."
"Well, I'm not a crook"
"Here's
all these pretty gals have learnt their lesson
Mutually l exclusive I used to fight for that possession
Now when I speak it's 7 times 11
That's the love
all on a dream.
Nothing gonna stop me from reaching the top, cause that's where I know I should be
I got some fight in me dog and I'm ready for war like
to tell you, Nicki
I think that you're very necessary i
Think you represent something way
Bigger than hip hop i think
That you're gonna take
Hip hop to new
Destinations ahead
The places I will go
Turn the page to chapter 27
Of the show
Let's Go
Tonight
Need to make it out by 7
Glad I see the homies
Getting closer
We
the seconds steps go by the hour
Remember when I was seven skipping all the hours
Wanted to grow to fast like weeds in the grass
Skipping it like class hoping
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
for our new day
We gonna change all
so we can walk my 100 new way
Everythings gonna be Ok
Never stop my own way
We gonna fight for our new day
We gonna
permanent
Stain pushed away the fame and I'm still on the unashamed train
Still think I'm second let me see you rap like this
Gonna throw the shade at me
singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon
In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut"
You killed so many that your conscience ended up,
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
at the countdown's arc
The countdown arc starts 10, 9, 8
Thrust makes it fly, 7, 6, 5
Try not to lose, at 4, 3, 2
By the time I hit 1, it's undone
Won't someone
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam: Ya
how it goes
All them fights
Wasting nights
That shit makes me mad
We tried to talk but it got too hot
Thats when shit got bad
I've been stressing,
Tom: I'm gonna come back and
I'm gonna start -I'm
Gonna start a therapeutic massage
Center only for, for -
Mark: I'm going to start
My own nudist
right.
V 7
Roosevelt
Then, there is
a fight in sight?
V 8
Knox
Hmmm, a moment please,
Yes, Mr. President, there is a way.
V 9
Roosevelt
Uh huh, I
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
It's alright, it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Gonna make it, can't give up now
I'ma make it somehow
Sometimes I just feel like quitting I
flies by, i spot a ginger, lookin' like vegeta, ironic how he's second banana,
13.i used to date this boy, but now i am with my Girl, so quit it pico,
Believe in myself we the millennials
Bro, this is a new
This is a new mentality we not gonna
Control our kids with brands
We’re not gonna teach
Low
or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts
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