Lyrics:
from my eyes
I can't forget back in Detroit City
With my demo tape tryin' to get folks to her me
Tryin' to bring a new sound to this gospel game
Had
waste your life
Fight Back
What a waste of time
Oh yeah the ones that keep saying my product is Demo
My songs are polished, worked on by pros
Same
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
sure we who Wanna go against
Xans acholol cashkush you'll Get it by da time dem troopas Sent
Keeping them cigars filled nd Lit
When we make it to that
Every time I see the news I see us dying
See the colors of our nation got us blinded
Too many nights getting ruined by the sirens
Nights getting
a gun threat
When they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet (huh?)
So bring the money by tonight, cause your wife
Said this the biggest knife
it's my time
This God's plan this by design
I'm a go to the moon cause they told me I can't fly
I'ma celebrate cause my dreams came to life
I'ma pop
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
is got the crowd booing
Bang bang. Time’s up. Bang bang. You blew it
Goodby or bon voyage. Have a good journey
This is all original and brand new
Deine
up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this ?
Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
a couple books by Donald Goins
Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
My bank account
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
control?
You notice your style is well original
This man, makin' money
How I know
It wont be no man of me
In my bed I watch TV
I'm drunk by noon
control?
You notice your style is well original
This man, makin' money
How I know
It wont be no man of me
In my bed I watch TV
I'm drunk by noon
for line I combine rhythm and words by mind-design
Time spirals like a vinyl when I'm tryina find the rhyme
Never no idle time, I am maximising mine
Original dancehall remix from Kingston Jamaica, star trak!
(up to di time) turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, wow!
Every time your name was
key
Y nadie nos saca de aquí
Rompiendo barreras
Poniendo el heat
México y Perú in this bitch
Otras babies piden que les demo' un kiss
Un flow que las
this rap shit
Till we cross the finish line
And they wave the flag with the
Checkers and the criss cross
Gold medallist in the disc toss
Demo's out
in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental
your own people
The poison animal eaters, slaves of a mental death in power
And our next speaker, well we know who he is
This is not a rhyme about
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
REcL GIRL LYRICS
WRITTEN BY SIPHO BcNDc
RcS KINKY
Yeah! Ooooh...!
She only want love, for real,
Make you humble make you grow up and heal,
Love,
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