Lyrics:
me is alright
That Condom gimmick is fittin' for your type
Judgin' by what your past
Battle rapport like
You've been playin' it safe your whole life
music) does that mean it belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you hear
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
recognized by everyone
I'm unprofessional, fictional and unacceptable
Nobody here likes me
'Cause I have a bad tongue
I'm rejectable, everything sounds so
this like a
Big golf tournament, everyone shut up
Everybody just clap like it's
A golf tournament
Tom: That's what it sounds like when
I get done having
Everything was glossy like straight out of a movie scene. Power's House of Sound. If you think about it, it even sounded impressive. And they wanted me to join
look sweet
Music a beat everybody touch street
c mi seh turn up the sound
Temperature up and it a burn up the crowd
Yeah and mi seh turn up the sound
to sleep
Yea its hard for me to sleep
So I went and got a job
Got my first check
Hit the hood and copped soft
Stood in the bethel
Til I got the shit off
Grab
sounds, awoke by dreaming
Terrified, what will they take?
Strange noises filled the evening
Waiting for the world to break
For an hour he wrote
niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all
on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you
niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all
on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you
said you love me then love means you must like what I like
My music is dynamite, woh oh woh
She said, 'I'm not a girl you put on at a stand by
I am
like the sound of funky music
Bless my soul, I can't control
The feeling I get when I hear the funky music
People, it does something to my brain
Wind
(of my Soul) " and I'm a hard headed woman
So I've been told yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears?
If
this
I wanna see you move it
So move it
So let's just get into it
Let's do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
y'all I like what I wrote?
Way from the clowns but close with the jokes
Missing the past, life moving fast
Searching so fast, but what does it mean
sweet
Music ah beat, everybody touch street
Ah me seh turn up the sound
Temperature up and it ah burn up the crowd (once again played by the King)
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new
Yeah yeah, what's your fetish girl
I don't care know I'm internationally
on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you
now clean records since he
Left the street life, while the alchemy
Of turning illegal coke into legal bubbly
Sounds like a turn on
Jesus turning water
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