Lyrics:
to catch - a glimpse of bus 11 from the rear
Have to take the Tube instead, so down the stairs - make haste
Smiling posters are shouting about toothpaste -
Uh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears
No my front line rhymes moving up from the rear
My dream slash career appeared
'cause you're like me, nasty (yeah, me)
You know, I'm wearin' a new shirt tonight too (yo)
With me on it
I'm lookin' at your tight rear like
sound)
In the rear of Fatima's tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin' on a zebra skin
sound), which is camel for, "What the heck did he say anyway?"
Well, he brought that camel to a screechin' halt (verbal screeching sound)
In the rear
like a interlude
Fuck around, give you flats like an inner tube
Poke you up, just some of the shit I'm into
So fall back, maybe you can get a clear
the rear of Fatima's tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin' on a zebra skin rug
With
[Spoken in
like a interlude
Fuck around, give you flats like an inner tube
Poke you up, just some of the shit I'm into
So fall back, maybe you can get a clear
and found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment. He says, "Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag.
thousand?
Peep the old way, how I done sold cake
Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates,
And the tubes of Colgate.
Two and four states, yeah,
In the rear of Fatima's tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin' on a zebra skin rug
then take baby breath away
You don't need a bullet - I know these dudes is full of it
Pullin' shit cause you on the tube (I pretend)
And I know you're
I will present you with this fornication
Something in space time is logically ill
What can be seen in the rear view mirror
Expectancy was
the stress?
I need to know but right now
All I can do is guess
What does he want?
A fancy cell phone or a tube of grout
What does he want?
I don't know
time
Man im just feelin divine ima blow just gimme time
She worried ima lose my mind when i hit the tube
And now shes wondering what kind of friend
Money aint a thang broke days in rear view
Homie I aint changed broke days still with you
Only one thang knows that I get with you
Funny acting dames
gotta say no names
Yeah I got it, yeah I got it, yeah I got it
Checked the rear view mirror
Left the haters behind in the dust
They tryna be part
clears the ring and rope cables...
Rears back like a snakes in the stables...
Shirts off and alerts all the neighbors...
Balls it up now the replays
Rear projection
The guy behind you
You turn it on then, this guy will unwind you
But he's not interested, watching your endowment no
He wants
time
Man im just feelin divine ima blow just gimme time
She worried ima lose my mind when i hit the tube
And now shes wondering what kind of friend
rodney king
And riot til we bludgeon every fuckin being
Within a million miles squared
Sniping from the rooftops
Tracers in the air
Blow you out your tube
want success for all my peers
In my lane but switching gears
Gods the only 1 I fear
Lookin' in my rear view
I got a clear view
Of all the haters and fuck
the fable that I'm not a groove thang
I'm a wacky inflatable arm flailing tube man
And if you don't believe me, you better step back and see
Cause I am
manifested with a chi, independent boutique,
steady with a team, 2 fingers up waving high like debris
Peace of mind with peace in mind
Looking in my rear view
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