Lyrics:
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
apart
No support, drugs bought
Take me to a place within my thoughts, is what I fought
Scattered lessons that he taught
Take me to the court, custody for
trap on swole
Know some stunnas who ain't living
Know some stunnas up that road
I was deep off in the game yea I'm talking head to toe
Ten toes don't
love 'em
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when I'm killin' cluckers busta
pot with that
White like I'm cookin' the mash
My rookie passed past when I past
Cookin' a half
I'm ballin' like a yuro step with
No look in the past
My
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
to pass by
Lookin at the hourglass, I
See how fast time fly
I keep a strong will to live
I be a old man with a lotta game to give
I'll make the kids do
to my bald cut
I run with real niggas now and the rest are butt
Your reign is over and you feel it deep within your gut
Now is the boogie down Bronx in
to the wisdom of those around me
See I always welcome those that constructively doubt me
Cuz my ability’s balanced by my humility
So I’m killing beat no plausible
Listen my guy
Dont try to be
Slick and sly
I see the dark
Demon deep in
Your eyes
I'm already peepin
The lies in your lines
You think I'm blind
booty is real it ain't fake
I make the money you make in a year
By dropping a vlog that I make in a day
Swerving and swerving I'm in an I8
I fuck
tendencies deep within me to rip at the seams
Sprout a new seed but the fact that I breathe is not good enough for me
No. Ask if I want amphetamines, well, no
tendencies deep within me to rip at the seams
Sprout a new seed but the fact that I breathe is not good enough for me
No. Ask if I want amphetamines, well, no
animals
Carnivores and cannibals
I been up since 3 am, no sleep cause I'm built different
Not controlled by no system, main purpose, spread wisdom, aye
I'm
said, "Hey, how are you doing?"
I said, "I'm okay, thanks"
And then turned my back on him and walked into the Dungeon
I dropped the logs I was holding
Sir Blast-a-Lot, hit your chest plate and it's burnin'
Pushin' weight through your spot, all your money I'm earnin'
Hit the flo', the hot shells spit
really gets me to thinking
Will we ever change?
Or will my city forever remain plagued by crackheads, guns, and cocaine?
It's a dayum shame
Deep breathes
never back down
Growing up the youngest in a family of 5
By age 5, I learned quick on how to hide and connive
I aint have no ill will but when you young
1. Look me in my eyes, can you tell I wanna fly? (Huh)
2. Look me in my eyes, can you tell I’m down to ride? (Yeah)
3. Look me in my eyes, why making
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
have you blown up you step on mine
Both hands on the 12 no midnight, make sure they all slept on time
Artistic talent was god given (facts!)
Frequent
ways we assemble
All books by their covers
Judgement laid on one another until their bindings crumble
No matter how how you look at it, us underdogs are
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