Lyrics:
made the front page news, I like my hundreds blue
Chucking Jews, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons
Leave they kids with they grandma so they
raging
Them boys, they got that Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page'n
You think you 'bout it 'bout it now
'Til a pack of my hounds crawl out of that basement
Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix
Pretty bitch jump on my dick
Lemme drive ya crazy
And you heard that my paper
Thicker than the yellow pages
Press
what we do best
Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French
I stand
Learn to correctly say the name of where I really am
Buyin' antiques, foreign lamps
Passport, stamps on every page
Old head paper like Zig-Zags, bitch
North!)
Like I'm Lone Ranger (North North!)
Hollows in the chamber (North North!)
Now yo' life's in danger (North North!)
Project not a stranger (North
your Wheaties
I'm into sweet cigars
Suntans and wet bikinis
Off to sell-out crowds from the magazine page
Out the tunnel in the studio
To bring it
pastime
My life was just mad rhymes, pad lines
Cameras flashing ten times
Smile tear up stages make pages in headlines
Tour buses and red eyes,
crusher
See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa
You see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricks
Chicks love us anyway, 'cause we just
a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR
Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages
Release what I hold save it through my
[Gatekeeper]
The Al Corleone idol was his mentor, gangster
That came up short
You're needin dentures
Built his rep for killin Aztecs in distortion
Front page
credit me, you'd see the best of me
I found a new life the day within the Bible page
While the popcorn's in the microwave, I hop on a tidal wave
I'm
and now, I mean
Connor is everywhere (Your speech is everywhere)
This morning The Connor Project page, it only had fifty-six people following it
Well,
the pages
Kids I play with, different flavors, instant paper
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just breathe, the breathe of life in the mics
Feel my notepads
pen's an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater
My notebook's leather, I write with a feather
My pages look like a Renaissance painting
Visions of St.
'til the OG's fell out
You in love with a concept
That other rappers and record companies
Wanna apply to a project
Sick and doomed, the industry is
the page
I'm in tune with my spirit, doing shrooms, trip for days
18 with the bat, in the project with the raps
White boy with the blacks, from
Let him lead the way
And niggas will know who they need to play
Freeing the ways to amplify the idiolect
Saw nothing but shots since the project days
ain't on the same page, what's that?
Google fucking up my net worth
Say I got two, three M's to my name, what's that?
Nigga I done made at least twenty
can do me in the project elevator
It's no guessing when it comes to this session
Ah, it's no diggy, Ali hit us wit a blessing
Me and Sadat
Let me take you to the scene of the crime.
Show you where it all began.
I'd just finished a twenty page project all about Japan.
I left it
Despair published on the front page
3 mile article pre filed particles
Your opinion found lost turn us into housed home
Living by the exhaust
First I'll unleash my rage on the stage
Off the top of the dome, fuck the written page
Then engage in telekinesis thesis
Which verbally rips your bitch
gotta have it
Need a girl
That’s a Barbie
But ain’t
Made of plastic
Ariana
And Kiki
That shit
Was tragic
If we was on the same page
Bet we woulda lasted
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