Lyrics:
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Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
on the order of 16th of an inch or smaller. They drift by the window and I can see them against the dark sky. There were literally thousands of them. It looked
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
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Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
now
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball,
Striving high!
Uh! Uh! Uh!
of crime
Droppin' picture my nine hittin' cowards up
From there feet to there spine
In this game all rules apply
With no exception's all niggas
Die living
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
harder, na wo b3yeyi3 ey
M3 s3 wob3yeyie ey
I know already the system nu ay3 fuck up ooh ey
System nu and corruption nu adoosor ey
B3rma mumpa aba, chal3
die so
Falling forever, little gleam grown smaller
Moaned a prayer, then I felt stoned by a glare
Fingers shook, my hands began to burn
Pain overtook my
black bottle
Forever real nigger classic on my feet
Presidential, premium, frontline
I hear the say my flow getting bitches wet
Up and down beach road
to get away from this place.
I know that I am better than this.
I know that I am better than this.
3. The Conformist
You fucking liar.
If you're not now,
Up above the crowded street
Just a whisper of wind tracing his feet
Beams of light in a cloudless sky
Lost in the fog of a thunderous mind
Fifty
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Girls' TYME, receives three stars!
Skeleton Crew, champions once again
Congratulations, we'll see you next week
Girls' TYME, receives three stars!
Skeleton Crew, champions once again
Congratulations, we'll see you next week
ain't a thing I never had
Sweets seek so neat gotta move your feet (whip, Whip)
Everytime I play the beat, ladies get up out they seat (Whip, Whip!)
of a story that is much larger than you can comprehend
And whatever you're facing is so much smaller in comparison
Sitting under the stars
Contemplatin what's
a time when I was young and trifling
16 when I first got me some pussy I ain't have no license
Times was gettin harder bag was smaller drivin up my prices
tool by my crotch, I'll unload it
Let me break down this leaf, let me unroll it
Let me roll up this weed, cause we gon' blow it Cause we stay with them
man
Clapping your hands
And your feet dance, rubber ball man
When you're jumping up and down, nobody's standing still
Some of us screaming
Some
Got my whole life ahead, I won't let it slip away
All that I envision, I bring to the light of day
Circle gettin' smaller, all the fakers went away
two or three bars
Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in
spread by the white sun
And there's nothing better than the black moon
Tie up your hat, my son, made from raccoon
We will be kings
Nothing can change that
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