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they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though you strip for tips I place no one
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing,
still neat call it Q
Question arose from this gold
Let's compute
Adam the ant he ran off with the apple
A bird tried to shake it but can't get a rattle
yeah
I'm taking the shit
My doctor prescribed it, I tried it
I'm shaking and shit
I read the same rap handbook as Q Tip
The part that hit me the hardest
They say my city is a danger zone so my closet filled with guns
Tryna run up in my spot then you gone have to feel you some
Take caution when
you got offended by the message
Well I'm sorry dawg, I don't tip-toe
And we've been through some things as Christians
But I'ma always have love for
Two kinds of children, one Father
Two kinds of drought, but one water
Each mocking in our own way, scoffers
Each chasing down a different offer
Some
feeling is real."
She said, "You've gotta be crazy! What do you take me for? Some kind of easy mark?"
"No, you've got wits, you've got looks, you've got
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
On our way, to where, to who
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
A wonderful world by every view
Mother Goose knows the score
Im about to make a wonderful time
Bout to change it, they wonder why
Don't get it twisted, by the image
This is different, when you listen
Then you
the center ring, the clowns
Like Henry Munn in a wonderful
Essay on Psilocybin mushrooms
Called "The Mushrooms of Language"
Describes them as self-performing
ZODIAC JOINT
There's two kind of women in the world you know that right
You got your good girls vs your bad girls
Me I think I'm in the middle -
emotions with some liquor and some blues
She just want some dinner and some brand new Jimmy Choos
With the city by my side
She just look right at me
Told her
I don't feel the same, I don't feel the same
Homies aint the same, make no sense
Imma need some change
Imma need some better things
I put that
had insurance in years
But I'll turn the wheels, the music fuck up your ears
Snatch some mo twenty-sixes, give you mo shit to go whisper
I have 'em
We gon' do it here ya heard
Back-to-back, Back-to-back
Pyrat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
My supply is like a river that never runs dry
Hard to come by
True story ain't no lieing
A wise man can play a fool but a fool can't play wise
Unless you judge me by my cover so you can't read between my lines
kind to let me speak my mind
I would appreciate it 'cause I need to free my mind
And leave behind the pain I keep inside
I need to seek and find some
the dealer made a few
But I need more than just the town brah
My kilo weights on q
Coz I'm Like Snoop with the pound brah
I need that ganja
I need, I need
I
the boxer
The boxer, the bulldog, the Husqvarna, the Nutter
I'm smoother, I'm clearer, like aloe vera
I'm smoother, I'm clearer, like aloe vera
Lisha got some
Would I laugh if I saw
That shit in real life? Yes (yeah)
Fuck your blog with a broomstick
I could fuck your girl with a Q Tip
If I see you, nigga, let's
rhymes than the Winans got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
Styles upon
was fly
Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die
Said she wanted to take me home to make love
Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream
a can with your peers
In the words of Q-tip and Anderson, "cheers!"
Make a toast to making the most of the time when you’re happiest, yeah and I be
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