Lyrics:
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
suns and the world is just us two
That's why I keep running back to you
So if you wanna swing by
Amor, you know, yeah, that'll be all right
Be in
Wick run is (uh)
Badder than your breath after Funyuns (yeah)
Badder than your bunions (uh), after running that Runyon Canyon
You a Nick Cannon
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I (ohh, I)
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe (oh lord, lord, lord)
We can fly
ain't ridin' home with me
I'm dropping off, and picking up the bag this shit ain't Laundry
Cotton soft, how these niggas made, drown his block with
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
the sake of conversation
I said back in '88 or '89 (2)
She said her daddy's fields were full of cotton
By the river that she swam in as a child
Lord she
People runnin' on empty
Rock the sympte
Outside two thousand and one
Other side of the sun
Running, here we go tumblin'
Few solutions, honey
to James
Now it’s Friday
And I’m feeling great
Cause everyday
I got God to thank
So before I start running late,
Let me catch my date with fame.
I’m so high
Ima do it like this
Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke
Gimme two and I you know coming back sis
Gimme three you gon think we a thing
did the best he could
One day he lay that cotton down
cnd bought a train ticket north
Chasing that sound he heard
Down on music row
Bobby
Possessed by devil or a ghost
I'm tired playing this role
The Joker killed us both
Yeah I'm running, running
From Tokyo right to London
I'm running, running
ancestors came to Africa
The cotton pic
The slave masters involuntary import
African life's matter i voluntary deport
I'm running away from pain
Got
The Iron Bullet
By
Phill Scullard
2014
Verse 1
200 tons of moulded iron running down a steel road
Across the southern plains of the American States
I am the Bullgod
I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I'm like a train, I roll hard
From where they tax hold two thousand dollar reward
Found on the road, dead, pulling cotton from thorns
Scary hour, heretic kicks, canary
Travel Fox,
a two man step, don't leave Right, Gonna end up left, I will rap
The G, I can say that on my chest, I'm James from Hobart, I know that I'm the best
All
remember chillin' with my pistol on the train
I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip-hop
Admit that I'm the man, its time for me to get my props
Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas)
[Verse 2: Nas]
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin'
morning dew
I know you're running from me too
Lil baby a train
Forever she rolling
Like a locomotive
The tracks in my brain
Are covered in memories
Pictures
All My Niggas Be Grave Diggers
We Put Bodies In James River
His Body Prolly Found By A Fisher
Hook:
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch
buy
Clothes by mail order
And get them back within two weeks
After twenty years or more the South
Was still mending it's wounds
From the civil war
But
2-way
I'm living proof that crime do pay
Say "hooray" to the bad guy, and all the broads
Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game
Putting
2-way
I'm living proof that crime do pay
Say "hooray" to the bad guy, and all the broads
Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game
Putting
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