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the name E A Z to the Y B O B W I Z Z Y
Yeah l know you can't spell that
The name is Easy Bob Wizzy yo
And you welcome to the album who is Eazy mhen
It gonna
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
pray
Every day
That you be okay
I say
I thank God
For your love
And I love you always
So I pray
Every day
That you be okay
I say
Aight y'all
How's it
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz sometimes it takes time to knock all the broken pieces out of your life
Sit
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
day
Then we got the pleasure to tour, you was the realest
You showed us love, it was us, Bahamadia, and Slum Village
Rest in peace Dilla, R.I.P. Guru
I
day
Then we got the pleasure to tour, you was the realest
You showed us love, it was us, Bahamadia, and Slum Village
Rest in peace Dilla, R.I.P. Guru
I
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
The way they
machine
Since 1964, the group had used four track for
All their album albums by but 1966
They found their musical arrangements usually
Required more tracks
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah,
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
favorite track on the album
Really
Yeah
I mean
I might just love Ray's voice
Yeah
I mean, it's nice
Yeah
And then
I have no idea what he's saying
Yeah
I
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
petite
All I know is eat by any means
I'm from the streets
Made it out the streets
Got alot of problems
None of them is beef
I'm about to pop like
(helloween)
Kiske:
Well, japan. we've been there, I think, two times now, and it's always been
A great fun playing there. I like the venues. they are
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