Lyrics:
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
A story you'd like to hear
Hopin' time enough will pass
Before you ask I really will, ooh yeah
(Lord, that I really will)
And knowin' when summertime's
pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
perfect raps stick in under your skin
Either your noddin by now
Or your dead or a mannequin
My friend resistin ain't good for ya health
Put your tool
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
the line, yeah
Then it's gonna be me, I'm a head case
They said I'm out my motherfucking mind, yeah
I done told ya'll a couple hundred times, yeah
If there's
words of wisdom.
The Champion nods in agreement,
and heads into the woods to set up for his third shot
which he will have to play out of a dreadfully
will but your plan GOD
I no longer rap for the big wad
It’s nice but I don’t rap for head nods
DAD told me to go and help the lost squad
GOD wants you
rosters
I wrote a (rota) list full of jaw droppers, Lady Hinatas
With gentle fists and the softest lips (hmm) both will clock ya
Get hit with this script,
first, man, you fucking with the worst
I be sticking pins in ya head, like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed
fail but devoted
I been so focused
Like Will Smith
Sacrifice Seven Pounds just to see you live
Oh lord please forgive
And wash away my sins
Knocking
on the fall
Laying every op on the floor putting all a ya'll up on the wall
Just a reminder to the rest of ya'll
That when I pass by
You best nod
Or you might
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
they remember me
You follow fashion
with rap, Im passionate
gimme the vibe
Get jiggy with it like will smith Ryhming the rhymes
Money
on my mind, but
together now side to side, stomp yo feet if ya diggin the vibe
aint nuthin mo better than a dose of hiphop
to keep ya head up
GODSWILL:
Skys the limit,kahit
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
It's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch,
can't you tell
it's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
can't you tell
it's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
REAL UNDERGROUND BABY
By Insane Clown Posse
This clown don't smile and honk your nose.
This clown don't wear green goofy clothes.
And this clown
squad want it
The deadshots and homicides, on ya'll corners
It's not an issue, Will Smith you
But what is Steele without Tek
Let's deal with real issues
take me home
Finish with a Tardar and an Au-vouir
Hitting these bars up like Frank Lampard
I hope they all cross the line by far
They go over ya head so
many rhymes you got
I will go for more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot
And there's no where to run ta when I confront ya
Nigga I call
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
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