Lyrics:
Everybody rap the same
Everybody sound the same
Everybody rap the same
I got 7 million Bentleys, two thousand Range Rovers
8 Jaguars designed up, 600 million
the secrets of seed, root and fruit
to harvest from the tree of knowledge
before the final reaping lead by Death's sinistral hand
from below the first grave
And made me laugh instantly
And the rest is history
Navigating youth
Our love was new
We were something rare
We grew
Side by side
With deeper roots
And we
the kitchen
And we can't begin
Until we find a way in
That's right
Slide right
Stay strong
How long
By now
That's how
Pain show
Trains lost
Fine
knuckles on the second hands of working class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous
Stay alive, you play or die, no options,
to blow
That's the way to wow
That's the way to show, nah nah
Rip the root, that's the go
That's the way glow
That's the way to grow
Pop on mute, that's
They kill, was handed to them by YOUR free will.
Second hand gods, that's all we are. Not
Creating... manipulating, and leaving the scars.
Robbing form
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
and redact
Humility took over my mind
Balancing depression with blessings, I think the music my reverend
Even if you coming in second, you got the same worth
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
not be the time
Know true love never dies
We ain’t got no room for doubt
We don’t need to think a way out
Baby tell me do we
Whether its seven
not with my weapon
So you'll get got in a second like
Cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
every minute, brain fuck overflow
Everything saved online - even our damn show
You are the new posers, reaching for fake fame
After seven seconds
foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love
God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they
of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's
just moved back to Nashville for the forty-second time
Introduced himself as "Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?"
He was back without a vengeance, he
(you want)
I heard that you like the bad girls, honey is that true? (Ey, Montana)
Uh, made it lost it came back flipped it
Always faded, lifted
Hit
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
and front it the Navigator
Garage with the elevator
You not a hata
Then press second floor
So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show
Now on the left
P.S.Q. show me how it's done
I hope next morning doesn't come
Staying with ya is my cure to everything
No problems with you, no strings
Right from
the tower. Roger, and roll, Challenger."
MISSION CONTROL (On 1/28/86 the booster rockets exploded 73 seconds later, killing all seven astronauts.)
"We
foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love
God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they
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