Lyrics:
at war now
I tried to save us so I've evened the score out
I want you to know, that I put my soul in this record
In an attempt to restore yours restorative
and reconfigured to appear
As any of the three sexes and
Have a complete record of
Every single thing there ever is and will be
Fist fightsthe twisted torture
secret file
Can't graduate, it can't be improved
My permanent record can't be removed
It will follow you around for a long, long while
My whole life is one
Old files turned to new songs
I don't think i do wrong
But it still ended in the court
Treat my new room like hearse
Said the ball was in my court
up out there seats
When this record comes on, you think something's wrong
The bass is too strong
You don't have to check your record, it's not
the bass
I like my music loud
The volume, pumpin, the kick drum thumpin
The people jumpin, up out there seats when this record comes on, you think
the bass
I like my music loud
The volume, pumpin, the kick drum thumpin
The people jumpin, up out there seats when this record comes on, you think
Single file. Can we all fit single file?Can we fit into a single file living in the shade?Tell me, did you see it coming to this?We're degraded
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
a cruise it's natural
Like soybean, burn like a laser beam
My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns
The segment, rare fragment comes
crevé sans pédales
Sans engagement
J'gagne chaque manche
J'ai filé droit comme un segment
C'est moi ton fidèle serpent
J'travaille pour les vacances
Pas
Record man the joke's on you
Running your label like it was 1992
Hey Mr. record man your system can't compete
It's the new artist model file transfer
That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's
store
That U.K. import is such a score
Rest in peace record store
Downloading files is such a bore
Day the record store was gone
Goodbye Avalon
Why'd you
they come, I won't run
When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date
And you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar
After the death, of this
'cause all bitches ain't hoes!
And I'm-a be the one to let ya stray ass know, niggaro!
So many bitches
Ya keep a file on em'
State to state dick!
Don't leave her waiting
Don't leave her faking
Watching as she just cracks a smile
We're the ones who are working now
We're taking files out & records
spending every cent, I plan to celebrate
'Till this music start to pay, I plan to celebrate
Even on my worst days, I plan to celebrate
Once I get a record
I'm great
All of these records they adding up
Listen to the words I say
Watch how the story keep adding up
I take my dollars and stack em' up
Making
the bass!
I like my music loud!
The volume, pumpin, the kickdrum thumpin
The people jumpin, up out there seats
When this record comes on
You think
preposterous hypothesis?
Did Steve tell you that, perchance?
Steve
My rhymes and records, they don't get played
Because my records and rhymes, they don't
Watched the curve of the earth
From the summit of a seesaw
Roundabout when you slide out of view
Like the segment of a kumquat
Or tangerine,
em Cap'n
Crunch on this I'm rapping
Wrapping up the segments
On the multiple shows
And now you see wa'mean
I just went off the road
I tit for tat with
top me
Told me to slide through but it sound choppy
Damn this the last segment
She know what ima ask for because its heaven sent
Day in the A man that
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