Lyrics:
the garden
When the shot clock ends go hard
They buy views but their albums don't chart
Always comin with excuses, don't start
Bottom line is they got no bars,
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Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
purpose is to reduce costs by inserting fewer and fewer safety standards.
The workers of these "Nuclear Paradises" are doomed to death from continuous
Is pushing love away
You gotta take some time
To see where you’re at some time
Sometimes chimes
Wind up feeling ostracized by the wind
D-E-C-I-D-E
I
Grand Rising
Grand Rising
I woke up, heard this beat
And decided to rap
And this mini project is an appetizer before the albums
Yes, that was plural
Directing my energy into enlightening
It can be frightening
I've tied my screw
Picked my shoes
Now there is simply no excuse
My mental health is beaut
that
Man How the hell is E gone bash the Pats?
Yeah, I know I'm kind of an ass for that, but
I'm fine being hated long as y'all know me
No phony friends,
that
Man How the hell is E gone bash the Pats?
Yeah, I know I'm kind of an ass for that, but
I'm fine being hated long as y'all know me
No phony friends,
needs no introduction
He is my co-host... Shawn Ripple!
(Alright, is this thing on? Eh, eh, sweetheart, come here
Got a hundred dollar bill tattooed
[verse 1]
Excuse you, I don't live by excuses/
Once I decide to do some shit I fuckin do it/
Wonder how I arrive high, still improving/
Why lie?
could probably understand why I ain't do no gigs
No excuse tho Paco let's get back to it
With that real good still hood feel good music
Man the struggle
fighting hard to make it through
But I can't front like I'm a rookie, homie I have no excuse
He gave me the right to choose, I already have the truth
Ain't
mi somiglia
Ma se tocco il fondo cambio bottiglia
I'm a killer
No excuses, I was born this way
Just a killer
No solutions, ain't no word to say
to get you elevated
While you just skate by in life, your life is just being wasted
And all I have to do is just sit back and picture your face
And rhymes
say "Fuck him!" for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
I'ma diss you by
yet
Don't doubt Sarajevo Noise Beat it'll put you into debt
We makin these albums, and it makes a lotta sense
That they make almost no sense
We're
(Hook)
I've been dribblin' past 'em obstables like Leo Messi
Gotta blood of the Drukpa, Kalay Phabeysh, Excuse me!
Drukpa For life, goin' cray cray
rather be
Silence is the semi shooter s'always hit your siblings
Excuse me for the sibilance beginners study and listen
My only mission is to burn in
Making, no excuses for the losers
Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers
You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN
Until somebody starts MUSHIN
All
de panky 'tween you 'n dem two concrete flamingos ovuh by de steps! you been messin' wit de
E bird o' new jersey, muthafucker! dat kin git you five
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon' be your favorite song
Memories don't die but I can't say the same for you
I been
Hello
Let me introduce myself
My name is Jesus with the three before the E
This here is a song talking all about me
I'm a ninety's baby and I was
fresh Margiela's yankee boy swagger than dem dey like
But who be this Westernized African guy I'm on fire than dem
If being broke is a joke
No family guy
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