Lyrics:
I'm rhyming it
Several labels itching to sign with it
Let's check the women I'm bringing
In with these ill synonyms
Softly killing 'em
In other words
preaching the world is mine
The record the label, we ready to sign ready to go
How do you do, shoot thru the roof
Ceiling is high, smoke from the booth
Smoke
it out
I'm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck they talkin' bout
Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South
I be all through
gotta walk it out
I'm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck they talkin' bout
Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South
I be all through
to get my willy out so they can toss it for me,
Got them going topless for me,
When she groped it for me,
Really got me horny,
Record label, contract
literally, there is no money that record labels can offer us no more, it's dead
It's just, there's no point
I've achieved tings I was dreamin' of
Step
to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
At a thousand degree Celsius I make MCs melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy
fUCK my record label
I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I
Maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot
Lookin' for shade
I
on
The unspeakable truth song, bent
Gotta move on
At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
Fuck my record label I
Appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I
at ease
Can't wait for the day to see shyne released
This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks
to get my willy out so they can toss it for me,
Got them going topless for me,
When she groped it for me,
Really got me horny,
Record label, contract
Im tryna make the record labels
Come and pay me
My tithes
When I Got Thing
These Days
I Learn How To Mize
Being Weak I Despise
Serene Scenes
your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say
I'm hi
Pause and hit record
[Aesop Rock]
Is you fat cats or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks
I played a part of minesweeper, plunking
none
Silly fat the best is yet to come
Here's a buck get a blunt
For the purple haze it's a new day and
I'm feeling like Hercules
It feels good to look
A Groove days
For buying in my records trekking round in a haze
Through the West End, back then me and my best friend,
But now Braintax is a one-man scheme
side
Just to let you know, I'm sellin' out clean
Everybody on the record label feelin' obscene
While I'm cruisin' down the street, I be playin' this beat
blunts of Purple Haze
Don't call my name I'm getting blazed
Niggas can't fuck wit Da Yungin'
Known to keep these records comin'
Dis be da Re-Up
Da Re-Up
of the cabbage patch
That artichoke
Grind the weed down to particles
Haze got my vision on kaleidoscope
Try to stop the flow
You'll drown instead
Like Pa Mahomes
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•written•
•by•
•LK42•
•Beat Producer•
@King EF
•Vocals,
•mixing and mastering•
•by• artist•
LK42
$4️⃣2️⃣$ •RECORDS•
•Label•
@TuneCore
Mr tennessee
Check this out, in that case
Here is my reply fuck every record label
Even ones my friends signed
You can't persuade me with no condos
These rap spells are bound to
Enchant thee unrated and
Run the track dog am an athlete
Smashing all record bear it all
To your stack sheets cuz
We get it
lemon haze got me out of body
Hard to reach,
Easy to find,
Ask anybody,
Big dreams
I know you know when there's a real one on the scenes
I could lie
Ugh, zee
I got wakin' haze, my customers' hoes sleep with me
We have small beef, I still sell 'em O's for three fifty
They known when big beef,
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