Lyrics:
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies?
'Cause these days, everyone wanna deal
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track
with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't
where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
wannabes
They want to be in front of me
But it ain't no run in me
That's word to my son and me
Now you want to be family 'cause you see the Grammies
Yo, yo you can let the magnum bust or puff bags of dust
If you mad at us, watch that ass get crushed
Now ya screamin' why did the blood have
bonus
Where I'm headed I ain't got time for the failing
I whip it and get to selling You buying the name Kellen
So purchase that
We put work in that
come on, don't wait, you'll be too late
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is he?
Where is he? Now the knife is ready here
The blade already
that
It's clear I got the hot feel
Well you know where I'm from
So they gotta give me some
Look how far I really had to come
Nigga are you dumb
I don't
you niggas rattled but you hide it on the low
I'm from the city where they're ridin' with a pole
And now my nephews can't believe that Spider-Man's my
number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in
Like a body massage
Right now their tensed like the Calvary
Before they charge
With the heat I'm bringing
You can call me
Who dem be (What)
Where dem
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)
Can we get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at?
bowed it down in NO
And every corner that I flow
I get it on
Can you get it on? (Um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at?
the kid up and say,
"I just want to pick like a son of a gun!"
"Whoa, boy, that ain't no damn typewriter you're playing, now.
You've got to caress it
like I’m Scooter Braun
Allegations, one by one
I think that my style’s done
Beats are foreign, number one
(Verse - DXRKEMOTIONS)
Michigan, that’s where
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
bleed tracks
Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack
[Chorus]
[Johnny Blaze]
Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from
Same shit
influenced by peer pressure, this is not a trend (uh)
Your perspective worth a penny nigga, understand
That you cannot pull up with that bullshit, you are not
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