Lyrics:
to your beat make it loud
Let it hurt run it through me
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying
Hello, Buenos
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
tone
Only time I call is for a loan
She be stressing, so depressing
Always worried every time a lil' nigga gone
Stay strong for the future, stick
so repetitive
Although I ain't your blood or your cuz, it's all relative
I got a gang of rhymes and Tones' beats is banging
We moving through
an illusion of life
I'm searching for freedom, amidst this cold strife
Serenaded by rhythms, the beats of the machine
But my soul craves the sun and the ocean
and my tattoo of a TV
What you meant by discovery
Is wrapped up tight in the present for me
The future knows about telepathy
The funny mirror
runnin' up
I never tell you to get down, it's all about comin' up
(Get up, stand up) No apology, equality
(Stand up for your rights) Youth is future
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
can all those muscles do
And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too"
Can you swing a hammer boy?
Yes sir, I'll do
up
In the future on the weekends
Fuck a first date, she ain't getting food
But I'ma stuff her face, hold my head high
On the beat, I'ma straight up
night's lit by a tragic moon
Backhand deal's what the whole world feels
Sooner or later
Shatters every beat of my heart
Of my heart
The unsighted
all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can turn a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
"Can you swing a hammer, boy?" "Yes sir, I
really knew you good
And oh, God's blessing from the entire neighborhood
And as the days drift, drift into the future
I laugh a little louder
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
Yeah (yeah)
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ha
Like Tommy Lee and Pamela, I'm fuckin' on a camera
More stamina than animals, Gucci is no amateur
future
And the innocence of revolutionary times
Would make my heart beat like a drum
One day an accident would blow up the mine
Some comrades would come
We work through the rituals and cover our poisonous tracks
Making good use of weaknesses, horoscopes, rumors and facts
Inspired by the needles
it's me
Poet, creativity, pushin, to out destiny
I am on the M-I-C, Jeffery is the Disc Jockey
? keep us company, the human beat box Ready C
Backed
It's in my mind, it's burning through my spine
Whilst I stop, run away from this
My cold blood tyranny
Shaped by hypocrisy
Shelled by democracy
Born
the kisser, popped like a blister
Making moves on the track, check mate Bobby Fisher
You mad at me
Mad at me, like I valeted your sister
Drove her like
the bench."
Yo they got me handcuffed I'm down in central booking
Things are fucked up the way my future's looking
But I'm too fly, I'ma change this
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still puffin' my leaves
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police
keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CB radio like, 10/4 good buddy
I'll keep running the track even when muddy 'cause my insurance
Don't cover
Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin' like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I'ma bury it
Producin' tracks for the underground like
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