Lyrics:
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
to the face
Move booky, saving the rupees
One time for the Sufis
Who bop strings like blue cheese?
I'm here for the group meet
Pass the tree gonna grow like
Sorry for the wait
I just had to sign my name on a lease Now I'm working on this album
Like it's W8VES' Mona Lisa
cnd they ain't wanna speak
I don't
Already told you nigga this shit was gonna happen
You was stressing, I told you
All you have to do is put work in
You're a fucking amazing artist
It's time to rest
It's time to clear and rest
You have been working
Your achievements does not only mean your value-
Your value is not inherited with
much things to say (Yo)
Damn, another artist chokes again
They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
See how niggas ain't yo friends, when
Seems like your heart stops working
The minute they close the curtain
You take off your mask
And take off your costume
And if anyone asks you're
a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School
'cause Rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the Old
One
Two
Three
Most songwriters
Most artists
Spend years unable to pay your rent
Or your bills
Or to pay for whatever in your life
through your
working hard on new projects
I was trying not to look like a failure even though I felt like one
The truth was I had no clue how to do what I really wanted
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
The hardest working beatbox in show business
Ready Rock
(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)
Tell em your name, tell em your name
(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready
This is our ballad homie never forget
If you ain't working like we working where the fuck you gon get
This is our ballad homie never forget
If you
(core)
Yard (core)
When I say first, y'all say Coast
First (Coast)
First (Coast)
Yeah, I like how that sound
Alright. The next artist we going bring up
enviro-nment, fuck is y'all thinking?
Meaning I'm working-working harder than any artist can ever do it simply
'cause I'm made that way
I build a house around
of a goddess
Pen game universal, didn't go to Howard
Marshmallow seats, paint yours sour
Freeband Gang, yeah the world ours
Working hard the iPad, Gucci is
No no no no no no
We're not the same and we're not alike
We ain't in the same WhatsApp group (Group)
We don't even have the same interests
We don't
I love the making
And the inner workings
I always want to know
How the artist works
It may be so far away
From what I create
What that artist is
How'd we get so stuck in the first place?
Livin to a fast degree
Working on my masterpiece
Nobody's got the answer you just gotta adapt
And that's how it
We find ourselves at the top
Top Top Top
Move in groups , niggas that I trust really ain’t a lot
Top Top Top
Working hard for just more Guap
Guap
And, but for a blunder, ought to have made considerable wealth.
"I was a painter - not one that daubed on bricks and wood
But an artist and for my
it, they eliminate it
But that’s the wrong thing to do
The problem is not the art or the
Artist or the platform it’s on
The problem is that you have
Music bopped
You don’t even know it
Farder Farder
Never invited to parties
Never in a social group
Always working solo
Harder Harder
Can
Bro you just gotta market yourself
I know, I know man
Yeah, it's just I got that full time job
Working that 8 hours
I got kids at home
It be
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