Lyrics:
the trip that going by it's such bad weather outside
I wish they knew the best in me
And because I've missed all opportunity
I got eyes on my rhythm and it's
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin with the limericks and we're comin' strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
then you know
Jam the rhythms in the backseat
Hopping on the luas line at 5
You can ask me, brothers rule confuse control the masses
Skin into metal
flows are outrageously Contagious
Mixed with the rhythm
Yes stress made this
A list A pluses
Stay busting
Mic's and Ego's
When i free flow
Represent for
never holding back
Ya bones collapse, like on ya back, a rhino, with full size attack, with a bomber bat
Like bomber man I bomb ya head. Funk rhythm with
Covered in thoughts and doubts from Hell
Just to find myself down by the well
All the pain of death to know
That it was you that was speaking to my
you suffer when I bust a funky dope rhyme
I'm not your average everyday type of rapper
I beat you down and run you over like a tractor
And keep goin,
I feel the rhythm in my bones
Girl I've never known you
Like I'm doing tonight
You were a stranger in my heart
Now you feel so fine
But maybe it is
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
stays on
I remember some bone thugs and peace
Over honey bees and harmonies blessed by the old and young G's so
I say it's blessed by the old and young
enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes and fans
I'm still recitin' doing shows with bands
Hold my can knowing that I'll float again
Cut the feelings to the Bone
Can't recognize the popular sound
This tune is so sharp, so loud
Hunted by a choir of voices
Limited in the ocean
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
than a volcano
Rhythm blues
You feeling this in your bones
So dance through
And let me be the one
Your scars hided all along
By a medecine of our love
I
than a volcano
Rhythm blues, ou feeling this in your bones
So dance through
And let me be the one
Your scars hided all along
By a medecine of our love
I
spans a mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver
'Cause they know that Tractor Jack is waiting in the bay,
I'll jump
bone
Me slipping through belt loops
You running ahead of
The sound coming after
I hear it doubly clear
Two mannequins in the window
Suit up like
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
a mirror in my mind
Control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry
a mirror in my mind
To comb my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry
a mirror in my mind
To control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry
I wear notes like coats
Blues like doos, war for the rhythm, soul that glues
That bounce to my bones, that jazz in my spine
The hop is my home, rap
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
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