Lyrics:
started a whole live
Theater 'Watt's Writers Workshop'"
"Oh god
Don't you see they're tickling your
Assholes? You should have burned
Down the whole damn
(So much)
Gotta back to the workshop (Gotta back to the workshop)
You heard it live from
La Verriere
Young Ballers
Shout to 061
City of hustle
Ehh,
Worni Owo toba di ile is the Devil workshop
Oun lashe teke moju everyday ni mon bomb
I Dey on hustle mode ole rimi kin dull
Pablo bami shana sigbo 3
workshop all alone,
We in a makeshift writer's workshop all by myself.
Where are my planets we are all planets in plain clothes
Walking in line
a little writer's block (Why am I at this point so young, why am I here, who knows, why don't I have anything to say)
Here nobody ever seems to get unstuck
Writer's block
Foreknowledge stuff
Writer's block
On my block I write and jot
Seen a lot, it's really hard to find my thoughts
Times is raw it's
greatness (Uh-huh)
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. (Uh-huh)
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the Writer Of Writers
Right now, I don't know
Young one
Toys break everyday
You're not alone
Santa's
Elves who toil away
Even once broke his sleigh
Hey now!
It was so bad
Even Rudolph was sad
forever young
Do you have a workshop
Are there pictures to be hung
It's lonely here without you
And surely not as fun
I love and miss you with all my heart
wrote on, and treated like I did a murder
Heard sermons, on property value and city workshops
Slapped with a fine, now in my record there's a new notch
But this here's the workshop
We've been open for hours
Supply demand here's the flour
The money the power
Ain't got no time for these cowards
We work
G el SUV y el jet
White on white, I don't need a ghost writer
Rolls-Royce snow white
Cap on the Patek, I'm coppin' the Rollie, young rich nigga
Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt
Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt
have no ink,
I'm the writer, the one that makes your fans think
Young trigger, you're like a broken record when you speak, I'm the innovator, the one
rap I rhetoric
A writer not a lyricist
Your baby mama biting bottom lip
While she's listening
Remember plenty nights
Up late in the kitchen whipping
("...Expressed in the language
Co-existence of two different essences")
Most MCs can't write
Most writers can't see that you gotta play the part
How could they ever deny us
We the suppliers of fire
The most prolific of writers
Just take a look at our priors
Cause we the illest of spitters
Let me just work with the hook for a minute
Ayo Carter, you gone crazy
Yeah
Young Brown
DatM3
Ay, run that shit up, Chase
Get em, up in that mode
been for so long, another writer wronged
Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged
You hid from shadows in the attics
Rell is home. I just brought my niggas S.A.S over from London, 40 cal, Jha Jha what up ma.
I got Miami in the house and the Writer of Writers, J.R
Stash and Min
Destroyin all lines of thought, the Vamp Squad were bugged
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
Fab 5 Freddy, ?
write like this you don't need no writer
When you write like this you don't need no writer
You in that 392 imma hop in that spider
I'm in the stu imma
like minister
We of the left side
Feeling sinister
Not just a rapper, I'm a writer
Ten years in trenches
I'm from the gutter
She's on her way to Nater
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