Lyrics:
leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder
this cane
Bring me out of my misery and pain
A cash machine, an all day spending spree
Play up to be a friend, your ride is always free
Diamond Jim
sure, there is
A direct, not inferred, reference in
Her lyrics to "salad tossing"
Which, to be clear
Is the act of being anally probed
By someone else's
enough today
Don't you see that this whole world is my stage?
And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah
Motherfuckers talking away
But we
say this toy isn’t quality
I don’t want my
Daughter playing with this there’s not
Enough love put into this
This is just manufactured with
The will
Money makes the world spin
Hahahaha
Yo part 2, for all my true fans who know that money makes the world spin
Not to mention the improvments in
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
never, never again
Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
This story is bigger than Jim
Bigger than him, never again
In 1875 A Kiowa Chief by
has got me feeling on the fence
And all this shit is so intense
Don't wanna go to this event
Just wanna stay home and invent
And somehow, yeah, that
and go
Going, going, gone
Hip hop
Spic and spam
Got this girl by the name of Pam
And Pam got a Pam by the name of Jim
And Jim got a Pam by the name of scam
there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no since in takin' a chance
We was gettin' up gettiny ready to leave
In somebody grabbed o' Jim by the sleeve
It was this
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why
scorch and time can burn
Dark's accomplice, age reversed
Now becomes a boy accursed
Jim and Will stumble in
To this whirling world of sin
Forward spins
brought my chick back
A Khloe and the Fendi
And used twenty grand worth of
Benji for the gift wrap
Me against this bitch is a mismatch
Cause every line I
and the comments they left
All rightly mine, the bottom line is right on top of they text
You gotta remember that thy enemy is not of the flesh
You gotta remember
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
the work's all done this fall
Now when I left my home, boys, my Mother for me cried
She begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died
My Mother's
inspected for smuggled pills
Yo dog, it ain't my shit
It was this other guy that came
Up in here, took a dump
And there wasn't not nothing I coulda done
But I
artist like I ain't led a
Whole goddamn college conference
This shit is wild
I see the posts and profiles
But commentin' negativity is not my style
I got
into my eyes can’t you see I’m freaking scared
All I want to do is get back home to my girls
See their little smiles, innocence of this world
This is my
as snow, frozen
Home was so broken
Traded so I sport a New Jersey no Hoboken
Writing with the knife in my fist when I go Logan
Go Logan via Lauderdale
it before you receive it
This is of that which my lord has taught me
Indeed, I have abandoned the religion of a people that do not believe in Allah,
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