Lyrics:
Can't fold this shit up
We fillin' that counter up, chump by the chump (ayy)
I know that enough not enough (ayy)
Why they keep fucking with me? Huh?
only get a rain cheque
Rent's high I'm not they've got me by the neck
But you can never have too many sunnies or guitars
Them and just a handful
got a hatchet on my side
Long time ago, I was born to ride
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda
Only real mission here is takin' you higher
But we gets
Back to the street, back on her feet
Clappin' the heat, from the back seat, in back of a jeep
Stackin' the heat, pilin' the ones
Made her point when
cuz I shoot like I'm Curry
Ay wait straight, Nigga cant turn me down, make the deaf hear the sound
Selling weight by the pound, another package
Engine revving towards that ending
It's my drive that almost killed me
It's my mind that's always bending
I don't have time for a second take
Spent
my place?"
Pete's like "Nah, how 'bout TGI Fridays?
I really love you, Lauren, and I know you trust me
But it's our first time meeting, I don't
dreams......(repeat))
a couple nights with my alarm set for ten I've gone
to sleep in my bed then woke up in the pentagon
in the basement, adjacent to the war room
by
Strictly by the pound
Adjust accordingly
100 million years old
Transcendent creature
No bones about it
Hot bottom feeder
Don't bother with
[Verse 1]
The space it takes to time travel ain't worth the effort
Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network
As clear as it seems hi-fi
come after him
- Carbon alloy
I've heard say:
"The printed word and the paper it's printed on
- Not worth anythin'. In the time that it takes
when she had to see my fie
Now I'm on her keep poppin' like I'm big time
I sold it so a pound, I ain't have but a dime
Keep trying to get her back
Now that I've laid out my horror stories
Time to cook like Dexter in laboratories
When my pen presses paper it gets black and gory
More heat than
a judgment free zone
It ain't about the points it's about the poem
But I can't even write one without being judged, oftentimes by myself
I ain't never been
it's been far too often
It's time to put the lid on
And seal up the coffin
Pound another nail in the coffin
Soon it will be six feet underground
You can
a subject that's not self deprecation
How bout B movies that include defenestration
Demonstration time volunteer I pick me
See how I can turn that theme
her addiction
She had the baby knocked out with a c section
She died giving birth to her wonderful blessing
The baby survived six pounds three ounces
a hundred rounds
We smoking by the pound
It's so loud you can hear the sound
We be thumbing down
Racks on racks keep coming now
They don't like my sound so
of the town
If you smile real nice
And throw in the towel
And sign your name
On the dotted line
And sell your soul by the pound
Don't forget to lose control
Yeah,
Giants of stone built up by desire
No one could tell us the secret of fire
The hunger for wisdom deep in your heart
You can't accept that
Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Open window, halfway built-in. Times a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet
you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a supped up tempo
I'm on a roll it's time to go solo
Pressure,
Right about, right about, right now
You a fucking white clown
Let's talk about fight now
You look about 10 pounds
Bitch I could fight you right now, fact
You get it by the gram I get it by the pound
Put your nose in the air girl you'll know when Im around
All these niggas in your face you know they tryna
.jpg/225px-Music,_sheet_(AM_1999.155.96-5).jpg "Larry Coleman 2020")
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