Lyrics:
bumstickitty, bum huh
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
My
it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, nigga lit
Dedication 666
G-wagon on six wheels
They in they feelin's,
to keep your cottage cool"
The Welcome Wagon brought me out some sleepin' pills and booze
I got the mean old subdivision blues
Somebody came
took a bowl of grits, I put it on my wrist
It's like I live in a toilet the way that I be shittin'
My niggas never bargain, we stand firm like a sir
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
We are the children
Water and dust
We belong to mother
She don't belong to us
Slow wheel of justice
Grinding fine
This highway is an old song line
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
Chef man
Let's go nigga, let's go
You know what it is man (c'mon love let's go)
No love for crow dads, them wheels is old mags
Factory joints,
reply to give
To what the old man said,
I cried, ‘Come, tell me how you live!'
And thumped him on the head.
His accents mild took up the tale:
He said,
land
On a trek up to the sky
I turned some weathered prayer wheels
As I was passing by
And with each labored turn I could hear those prayer wheels sayin'
View Lyrics: Mic Rob ~ Deal With It
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MIC ROB:
ITS TRIPLE EVERYTHANG
DEAL
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
ballrooms
Crows fly by my window slow
Headed that way but lookin' at me though
Sedatives.
Sedatives.
Sedative me.
Sedatives.
Sedative me.
Sedatives.
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
And they wonder why I smile
So I'll sit and write my memoirs
Of a life upon the stage
And hope to die of middle age
Jim crow the abyssinian
Has sung his
The medicine, unintelligent
The chemicals are heading
For the centre
The sense needs attention
Ascension of souls to the old heaven
I'm benevolent
Serotonin medicine
Simply high off vibes
We were addicts then
Heads were filled with nothing real
Chasing any thrill
Child take the wheel
Don't let this life
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
arrival
Everyone was jolly and jittery
I waited for their wagons until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold eerie
to show that I ain't gon stop when I'm rhymin
I'm gon come thru
Watch that boy be reclinin
I'm wheel deelin
Strait pop a pillin
Kici ridin 60 that boy what
to show that I ain't gon stop when I'm rhymin
I'm gon come thru
Watch that boy be reclinin
I'm wheel deelin
Strait pop a pillin
Kici ridin 60 that boy what
got lyrical medicine
Can't hold me down, cause I'm diggin' livin'
Live in the now
Enjoy the present moment
Much love to Thich Nhat Hanh
Thanks for
Kind of murder, don’t mind if I do
My grandma and your grandma
Sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma
"I'm gonna set your will on fire"
Talking
Hahaha Run!
This must be heaven sent
Only God's got the evidence
cnd the beat is the medicine
I wait till it hits me like heroin
Hello, old friend
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