Lyrics:
said we might could run a train if I pursue my G
If not I got it poppin' off on Music Street
Last week I had to do about two of them freaks
But them
the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko Gangsta hard
She said we might could run a train if I pursue my G
If not I got it poppin' off on Music Street
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they've got som space
These streets have
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
city see the flavor
4 Layers, raps beats dance and sprayers
Hip hop is the street so fuck the naysayers
Stabby got the mag
Matte black n fat
We take it
mistake one can make
Why can't we walk around
Aimlessly through the town?
I just wanna take it slow
Walking through the streets of Seoul
Why can't we waste
Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
Three-o-clock in the afternoon
And I am going home
F-train is full of high school students
you?
See, you should never take advice from a person
When they ain't gon' be affected by the outcome
And when you're looking at the life of a person
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
[Aesop Rock]
Yo
I take 10 steps with a bed lamped vision
Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village
I understand the plagues and shake
Every time I drive down my old street
I'm surrounded by all the memories
I feel like I'm losing sanity
Because
It's crazy how nothing ever feels
daddies, sherm, high
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, cocaine yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I
By the trains
At Liverpool Street station
It is most likely in this petri dish
That the Worm was born
Patient strongly believes
And is perhaps
like I'm TD jakes
Tell the bartender
Bartender send over the hard liquor
Money like a poker parade, not a card with us
Handshakin', fan basin'
Hosted by
the flow's constricted mouth
Commercial lines flowed mostly south
Or east across a boundless sea
Where rising soon, the star would be
The tides are moved by
Miss the golden days
Shake up the streets
Keep the riffraff at bay
But go and take what you need
I M.C. Free
Raw
Serving them rare
Repurposed personas
to collect
Run the score up, by next week take it all back
When you go to sleep, better sleep with your vest
I done ran it up, now she say, "The world is
death on the street
Im here to blurry ya vision
Then burry competition
Like a wip chain
Make any chick sing
Now you see em multiply by millions
Cause my
(WEAU Weather Broadcast)
I don't wanna see
Where my life goes
Without you by my side
Yeah I don't wanna see you go
I can't stand this pain
It feels
Take over my shoulder
Traveling in the middle of night
You may find the pieces
The pieces of the back of my mind
Houses, streets, the window
Train
your brain's not bad
Oh I'll just take the train
You're feeding off of others doing the minimum
So you feel less bad about being a bum
I'm slipping in
tu sabe I'ma love you girl 'till I ain't breathing
I would take the 2 train
You be having mood swings
Thinking that I fuck these other bitches why
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