Lyrics:
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
demo out, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever, just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight,
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), ayy (ya), look (look)
This that shit that made me ball out on my old bitch, ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I'm chosen, I ain't
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
feeling like a light show with the way I’m bright,
Bad times, good times, I’ll be fine this is my life,
Pulling Up, Pulling Up, Pulling Up in my ride, (I’m
Recommend a beast to make love to an Arian
Dilute the blood that was brought by a concubine
Retrace the steps if you're looking for the dynamite
Part-time
de like to demo
Abena
She no de mind to bend Down
She no go mind take flight from Ghana to spend her time with me
She say please come be by my side
dickheads
Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live
The fellas nod
Got a neighbor who complain
About us smoking on the loft
Gotta leave by sun-up lil demo Alucard
Would've died for this life in 16
All the things you'd
with my mellow accent
Still moving this flavor
With the homies Blackstreet and teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good lord
Baby got
a chance, stepping out, like he needs more
Ay, she sells seashells by the seashore
Ain’t got a permit cops raid her store
Ain’t got time for this no more
Your
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
By the time you gettin' out you gon' have a grandson
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you
By now I think it's real, I'm the best one
Yes son, I take it to the old school
I spit super rhymes 'cause I am so cool
A duel? You must be fool
and I'll die by my self
Letting him in original sin
This was the beginning of trends where to begin
Self hate
Internal demons opening hells gate
Ashamed
my mind was in the right place
Now let's take our steps and retrace
Back to a time, when black was defined
As original, God-like, Supreme Divine
to restore forgotten times
I am time, my breath is life
I am destiny incarnate, heed me
The hourglass is mine, your life is a shrine
Worship this tyrant,
and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
Cleaning out my soul, full-time job
Make me feel whole
What lies have you told
Which ones corrupted your soul
Which ones have caused you toil
Boil in your
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
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