Lyrics:
fuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game
these nominees
Just little fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You hobos are old and It's oh so true
No promo, logo, or photo-shoot
Fuck your postcode, MOBO and polo
of Cognac rap
Any wack wimp with whiskers, I bomb that cat
Alarm that cat, that when we slide through abide to
The rules that's been laid down by (?)
Without it I'd be lost
This music is my only therapy
(Real)
But some of it is embarrassing
And I just care too much not to sing
How'd we go from Jay Z
boycott should've never been placed in one mans, one hand
Strength in numbers how you get things done fam
This problem should've never reached Jay z or rap
to follow Jay-Z's path unless it came to rap
Ain't hearing fables from labels, I never gave up freedom
You talking money I ain't talking back until I see
rymów do kabury
Sięgam do nich kiedy chcę
Bo zawsze mam je pełne
Robię rap, a ty z Kukulską ładną piosenkę
Najpierw z Funky Filonem
Później z tobą jakiś
how's that for a sound wager
I'm Jay Z on the dub I'm a pound caker
Brian Eno, Phillip Glass, a soundscaper
I'll be about later if you want a bout later
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
when they step this is axe down
If you don't know, I recommend you check
And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads I put to rest
I play a game but
the 80's
In a Gusheshe bumpin' Pro Kid and Jay-Z
Nomzamo Mbatha type, liberate the ladies (Moving on up)
We alive and we still gon' move
Best believe what
kit, pierdolą: "Ziom, pomóż mi"
Codziennie pocisną mi, by potem pionę tu zbić
Codziennie widzę ten cyrk, tych polityków rap gry
Możesz pierdolić, że
rapem
Strzepuje pył jak Jay ze mnie ja jestem zdolny do wniosków
Idę za głosem rozsądku jutro po prostu odpalę prosto z mostu
Jeśli to ma być mój rap
[Pac]
Damn...
what I`ma do now?
When I get free...
Oh s***!
[Jay]
Get free...
Yeah yeah
[Chorus: x2]
When I get free, motherf***ers
do...
This is my life
Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
game with Shady and Jay-Z
Suddenly everybody calls
"Like I'm just checking on you dog"
While I throw up this message on the star
When them bottles
And Drizzy Drake, Missy and Ol' Jay-Z
We ain’t got real beef, this is lyrical shit
I’m in the transplant car
Call it the miracle whip
Hip-Hop need a God
raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Lil Wayne
I be feeling like Treach Hip-Hop hooray
I be feeling like Treach Hip-Hop hooray
Rap shit flowing in all my veins I gotta
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
What I spit is so ill I
Think I gave the mic rabies
I got 99 problems and not one
Is if you hate me
Great, there he goes quoting Jay-Z
I'm 'bout to fly
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