Lyrics:
degenerate's head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victim
done
And my destiny awaits
Level per level
Like in a video game
I'm honing my style, my rhymes, my flows, my music, my art
What you're about to witness
by Mike Rutherford/Paul Carrack/Paul Young
Published by ©1999 Michael Rutherford Ltd./hit & run music (Publishing) Ltd Music Publishing Ltd./Famous
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
over, bro is it's over, man it's over by my name
It's a music for my head, and my skin
It's a love that just not begin
It's over, bro is it's over, man
not a video game
Shit like a middle name
Wait, i don't have middle name
Damn my chick is bad
Damn that shit is bad
Lads want chit and chat
Glad
floor
Used to buzz em in then meet him right by the first door
That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour
Friendship was worth more than
head back with a mouth full of gold teeth
And they played "Lopsided Heart"
And "Moon over Dog Street"
And by the time they played "Moanin' Low"
I was
Get a call on a random afternoon
I pick it up and I see that it's you
Like my heart, you were breaking the news
You said it's over, it's over, it's
in your mouth more than your spit?
I really encourage my haters to talk
Throwin' that shade only keepin' me lit, huh
Stayed down 'til I came up
I
stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she could
Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge I'd always been
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
, the music got stronger
Ups and downs, I couldn't take it no longer
Draining my energies till there was no more
Felt it was time to head for the door
But
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
in-stores, photo shoots, interviews
(You guys come over here)
Check the head with the fucking reps, man
And now it's like, it's not about you and me anymore
from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up
"Ain't steppin' to you, bitch," I say to myself
Plus she's bumpin' my music, ain't chasin' no tail like a skunk in heat
I could sweat her to some degree
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
My flows most beneficent most merciful outrageous
For wages vibrate niggas heads like pagers
Too hard to handle son we animals bio-hazardous
I really smoked this
I guess this is the part where
I rap about my life
Well I'm dropping all this heat
Like it happened over night
Pop sent me these
Looked her up and down said hmmm too much makeup
Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
Rappers don't blow up heads do
My name is Dwight Spitz,
Headshot (Ooh), headshot (yeah)
That tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm
Oh lord (yeah), oh lord (yeah)
She said I got a head she can blow off (mmm)
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