Lyrics:
Mmmhmm
It's good for your soul
Eat it up
Sweet like
Lyrics and honey
Sweet like
Lyrics and honey
Mmmhmm
It's good for your soul
Eat it up
Eat it up
Like
you know that I'm a go getter
The tracks the gun, lyrics the bullets, I'm a cold killer
Putting this work in these streets
'Cause when I eat, we all
don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different
the mic like the Sunsplash
Is in Jamaica, the heart-breaka lyrics
Like a stake through your left pectoral your shit is horrible
I'm clean, like brand new
the mic
I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike
I like the funky beat
A studio like to meet
I write the crazy fresh lyrics
And I don't eat meat
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When I let the lyrics fly and the sound going cry
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When the lyrics them fly and a soundboy die
My raps cut
terro tin in.
lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
Story
When I wrote the lyrics to Something to Believe
In it truly was the hardest lyrics I ever had to write.
It was a time in my life that,
warnings
Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics
High status in traffic
Bad energy, getting static
Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi
Man on the moon,
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
I sold tree's by the load
I got caught but I never told
Didn't tell a soul
No I never told
Like Dre and Snoop next episode
Stuck to the code
No I
and now I get the bands by the k
Finesse and finesse and now I get the cake
I get the pound of the kush by crate
I just I just be hitting the gas I don't
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
you hear is coordinated by me and my lyrics may be off beat
Sure you can try to compete but I cannot be beat because I always defeat
Yall fucked up
not mount
Any honey teasing and I'm still not really used to it
I used to be a nerd and I still am I'm still a student lit
Fires with my lyrics while
prove what I produce by spraying up the room in due time
You'll find it difficult to breathe outstanding
Niggas like me will never take a seat
Break
to show you how to get down
Get down by writing rhymes without a paper and pen
I get by dissecting lyrics four A.M. in my bed
So just try, and love me for
ain't standing next to Drake on TV
Or maybe these lyrics has got them out here labeling me
But either way if I can't go and get it then its wartime
Productions get
The party cranking
DJ KRS now, with the Shabba Ranking
Taking titles, breaking idols
The lyrics I chat in your
Head are like vitals, so eat it
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho
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