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makes sure the system won't feed back (Big fat road manager)
He yells "check one" 'til his face turns blue (Big fat road manager)
Don't you wish he could
makes sure the system wont feed back
(Big fat road manager)
He yells check one til his face turns blue
(Big fat road manager)
Dont you wish he could count
Living hustle and pain/mixed it all together you get crack cocaine/distribution a process waiting to get disburst/on them corners gambling freedom
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obaa biara
Me nam kwan so b3gye gye me jara
Niema bi aa woye me nu
Eh eh ohh
She my system manager
Only she know my system management
She my nigga
She my
half and a quarter.
U N I Distribution we good!
Giving back to the people.
I've sold cocain marijuana and blow!
But it wasn't the way,
I've been
1. Deeming, Burgan, Cohen. The National Fire-Danger Rating Sys¬tem. USDA Forest Service, General Technical report. INT-39, 1978.
2. Garcia Diez,
meteoric rise?
And do you deny you're responsible for the demise
Of record execs and do you object your distribution's Polygram?
And through your
took it upon myself to get ghost
I appreciate the help you gave me, but hell, you ain't made me, that's why your boy stay on his tiptoes
Distribution got
got no job
Ain't got no money, no place to stay
Ain't got no
Programmed inequity
It's in the nervous system
Listen, watch the words, how they twist 'em
slide
I know this is eating you up inside
Day By Day distribution now worldwide
No longer honorable, you’re a fucking crook
You better get new guidance
shit done
Heartagram Musik, huh, in my system
He just came up to me, he thought he did some'
But he too cooked for that, he like some dim sum
That man's
for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with
na work online na work
Even if na gala you dey sell form morning till evening time na work
Even if you be panel beater na work
Or even bank manager
& get no credit
Endured so much but yet were still here
To control the world you must produce fear
Yeah, I was born in revolution
Your system is my
backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from
cook till it get hard
Distribution center like it's Amazon
Bad bitch tall she a Amazon
Been gang nigga like it's Avalon
Do my thang nigga I ain't mad
Of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries
First as an entertainment attorney
Then as a music manager, producer
And now I am a social activist
Everyone
elle se les frisent
Conceptualise j’suis pas venu avec un bon texte
T’as compris c’est pas le manager qui paye
Force si Sur le net y’a ta sœur qui
Mid-level manager
Says he heard about
Some mulatto girl
Shot him in the mouth,
And left him a hotel Near the mid-south offices.
He worked in
Alert
Alert
Alert
Famine striking his home
Land and no social standing
In the economic pecking order
Emergency relief
Distribution systems is in
from
His management firm, Roc Nation
His record label
Atlantic Records and Maybach Music Group
A subsidiary of Atlantic plus
His own longtime
Manager
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