Lyrics:
a ***** un-said
Only problem is the hips don't lie
I'm an XXX XY and I put that on my neck
That I still look like a ***. Motherfucker
Did you ever wish
arisen, true and
Living, lucid vision
Fuck Lucifer's superstition
I'm shooting the ruger piston this is
Malaysian sweatshop death rock hip hop
From the home
to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop
My voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor
Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
I gotta
drive
Same shorty different birthday, talked to me all day
My grandmother died and she asked me am I ok
That was a day behind by 11:25 she awol
What can I
and me
Yo, yo, check it
It's kind of fresh you listen to more than hip-hop
And I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop
Plus you shit
hey yo every time hear some real hip hop man I start
thinking... yo I"m still in love man ...listen
I'm in booth like prison
lid like lift
if
Better way? Gotta be day By Day, try to see
Focus on future, meditate on positivity
I’m immortal
You could never kill me my voice
Echo for eternity,
past the physical world like Sufis
My people's was sold one-by-one like Lucy's
These niggaz got grams but no lands yo you losin me
Watch that first
chimpanzé
Tu rappes des balles à blanc je suis
Le blanc qui rappe des balles chromées
T'es recherché par ton ex
Moi c'est CIA et armée
Ton Hip-Hop est un
Take off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish
[Verse One]
It seems every man want to be a pop star
It's obvious to me that you forgot who
can't connect I see debris from broken satellites
They say Hip hop is dead and we're living in the afterlife
You sacrificed and you sold your soul for
style, is nothin' but mad game
You can call me old school, but I'm no fool
Cause back then, at least we had a hip-hop rule
And the rule was you got
style, is nothin' but mad game
You can call me old school, but I'm no fool
Cause back then, at least we had a hip-hop rule
And the rule was you got
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Hypnotic, hypnotic
Ooh, cast a spell on me,
Hypnotic (get ready!), hypnotic (jump on it!)
You get your kick off
With little bit a hip hop
We rock the rooftop
), 2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
home with me
Trees By Game they getting blown with me
FaceTime with Karrueche, they on the phone with me
Tell K good night, I'm hype, I might ignite
bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)
Lotta blue
Strange Days got the Tecca Nina goin crazy
(Verse 1)
Hear this(?) I'm back from Necropolis, N9ne hip-hop stylist,
Fear this(?) distraught counterfeit rap
Be here above us all
Left hand writer
I should get paid
For writing my thoughts
Philosopher in hip hop course
Hip Hop costs
From the core to the master
it
Whether you Crip blue or
A nigga that hemorrhage
My penmanship is like me and
Langston combined to the hip
And my hip to the hop don’t stop as I
of primeval hip-hop retrieval
I hold illegal like them coppers hold weasels to squeal
This one for my people, headed to the top, no redo
Thinking up evil but
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
Even supposed to survive here
Underground hip hop, we thrive here
Chemistry, CT, let's cruise like a PT
Apathy, Ras Kass and OC
Livin' life like
I never
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