Lyrics:
She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax
Laid a nigga down proper, like she was recording tracks
Said "I know you wanna change the world
She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax
Laid a nigga down proper, like she was recording tracks
Said "I know you wanna change the world
I gotta laugh when I look at Flash!
Yeah Grandmaster Flash is on the tracks,
But where would we be without the cut and the scratch?
SO I ask!
What
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
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
Beyonce
All that glitz and glamor for the TV
I swear you look better on your off day
I don't need my girl to look like Ri Ri
She don't even gotta be Beyonce
new rover off the shelf real quick
Ruffin my tv's all through that shit
Yokahama 20-inch dubs on that disc
See my cashmoney hot-girl floss her
the back for touchin' my back
For trying to jack every Timbaland track
Maganoo, where you was?
They been bitin' our style, those silly bugs
Where's
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
took every number on the roulette wheel
but it wasn't enough
so tell me what is
you who know me better than that
chelsea girl, forever
where would i be
Daniels
When a little girl got shot in the head, ain't see no cameras
From no CNN, I'm in the trenches where niggas vanish
And they never show that shit
foil on t.v. antennas
Little TV sit on top the big TV eatin' TV dinners
Girls die they hair with kool-aid
They gave us lemons we made lemonade
But
movies like the ones you see on TV
She want designer things Cartier diamond rings
Nonchalant travel with the Goons sorta typa things
Day 'n Vegas with my
On the road, in my car,
Know exactly where you are⬦
You Been On 2 Me
By the stage, at the shows,
At the game with the Proâ¬"s,
Cant be phased, cos I know⬦
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be?
I see beef as dead meat
"Who that?" The president, yeah, me, no one
Your clothes look better on me
And then you kiss me slowly
My friends won't admit
But they don't like you
Your head is up in the clouds
Muted by
the color blue
While I'm pursuing the music and the mic
I'm losing the fight
Moving tonight
Reciting my writings
Avoiding the white light by suicide
It's you
your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper
Look at all my words just before I lay it
just wanna lay it on you
Girl can you tell me what's on tonight
I'm coming to your crib
Have dinner by candlelight
And we gonna watch some TV
We
in my rap yo I never speak words
I only rap, forget all that crap
Ya'll know my first name is Ap
So take that to the track
Bring it back, rewind it
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
I ain't getting mad
It's Mr. roll in black my flo is crack
I'm passion packed goin hard on every single track
See where I'm from couldnt ever lack
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