Lyrics:
Theories are nearly insane, bleary
? surely by years of the same gears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in
with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you runnin' 'round gettin' ass with (uh, yeah)
a horse like playing polo
[Killa Sin]
I flow faster than Skolettos
Used to hesitate to let go
Now my darts echo for blocks
and travel north rapidly like
apostle
Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits
Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this
Cream of Wheat steez pushed
feat. Killa Sin, cool G. Rap
[Inspectah Deck]
I represent myself and my own defense
Innocent by reason of no evidence
Plus they're tryin' pick
less
When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love
Fear of the results had push
[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man
Yo man, yo be, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off
[Keith] Shut the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green
around blocks and corners for me
Pain before the glory
I can tell this sort of story
Nigga I came from it
I got my name from it, I ain't ashamed of it
We're covering breaking news out of Springfield right now…
Uh Uh Uh Uh
BEYON
Dom I got 'Em
Yo
For the field I'll be repping where ever the turf is
hittin' on shit
I know these niggas ain't neva' seen this
I know these bitches ain't never had shit (I know)
Uh new kid on the block
Nah I don't drink
Chamillitary click, is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron see, gon screw it for them
[Chamillionaire]
A lot of DJ's, didn't wanna mess with the kid
[50/50 Twin]
If you eat as you cook, you won't have a full plate
All nighters everynight, on the block I stood late
The cash start burning my pocket,
I did, check the timepiece
You was never outside like me
Squandered my teens and twenties
On that block grind
How you think I got mine?
Million from
Bragg and
The Jam
Though my time with you has got me feeling oh so k.d.
Lang
I think you're right about the New Kids on the Block
And I agree now
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
naked body on D's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
coppin a co-co
The block is hotter than lava
My nigga dial it this is devotion, holla
One of thee broke heart rapper
Your hatred is gasoline my words are
attract to my diamond rangs
Ain't no thang, when it comes to ballin' nothin' new to me
Fronts in my mouth, part of jewelry and toolery
Cool to be, a hood
so you know I'm gonna get it
You ain't know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hundred ki's,
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Uh, sixteen I bought a strap (no bap)
Seventeen too many guns, by eighteen I caught a case (facts)
In here
Brighter days
Let me take a seat, better yet, lie down.
You could tell anxiety by the way I sound.
No i don't wish I'd die right now
But I wish I
I still feel depressed
I'm still in my feelings
I'm ill in the head
I'm killing' time by writing rhymes
To hide my lies, I try to ride the high
It's
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
should take "Back 2 Da
Lab" back to the lab
You should take "Simply The Best" with me
Come on, don't kid me
Simply the best or simply a mess
I will simply
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