Lyrics:
the game came in the game)
Like the music but don't know the name (Gotta remember the name)
Teach my lyrics on the stage (I'm tryna give you some knowledge)
M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If
get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music, new move, new position
music
I see the world through a street’s eye view
Living a street life like the Connel I’m streetwise too
I’m the street’s hope
And at least most emcee’s
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up,
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
like a Faygo
But I had killers all on my payroll
Watch how I move, just like it Rayon
64 Chainz, just like a Crayon
I bought a hat, one with
Yeah I don't do it by the
You do it your way
I'm doing it different
In love with the music
But I don't fuck with the system
Don't call me a rapper
Call
follow your heart
You're not a mistake
God made you for me
This is true, I'm for you, it's destiny
Music lives on like Tupac and Biggie
My heart is
Yeah, yeah
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my
Yeah, yeah
It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face
So I do it over snares and bass
Music take me away
(I got to hold on, hold on to my
'm the finalist, shinin' like a rugged amethyst
And at your music conference, I'm the panelist
Listen close to my poetry, I examine this
Like an analyst, to see
(Poem by Rumi, translated by Layth Sidiq)
There is one music and many voices singing,
There is one music with no ending or beginning
There is one music
the last night
I'm like this but more often than not
I'm upbeat when Vq showed me music
Who needs drugs when you got syllables
Hard to do anything else when
might want to talk and take a walk
But I'm avoiding spies
They see me vibing with the blames
And ladies by my side
I see them with a smile like hi
what I'm in to
Slim ass waist sexy ass face
Throw that ass at me I'm a break it like a vase
Weed by the bundle liquor by the case
Already got the juice
the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
know
I still run this thing like a dancehall queen
I really don't want no hassle
Now what, your jaw has dropped
Until the music stop, you know
I
talking bout that Face Wap
Turn this music to a paid job
Music into a paid job
Amused and kicking it like Pedja or Neymar
I do this past when your day stop
that funky music white boy Let's do it
VIP. Vanilla Ice yep, yep, I'm comin' hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
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