Lyrics:
a couple stripes homie, I'm no d-on
You seem concern with everything I be on
Album three's comin
Bitch nigga now be warned!
I hear the people talkin all
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
back
And when the right hands are pointing at the sky
When they're washing their minds and when all their shit is done
Is when we have to make them fall
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
on next
I'm tryna work on an album
An album
Well, what are you gonna say
What is it about
Yeah, I was thinking the album name could be Time Is A Feeling
to the top now tell me are you ready
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode
Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?
I even got a little rock 'n' roll
The most creative, original, got 'em
Alright i'd like to tell you
Before I get too deranged
Or something, or friends here
Are: on lead guitar, john Wood the
Amazing John Wood, yeah
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
doesn't tell ya
You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure
Then you better take it back to the shelter
And Hamburger Helper,
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
Yeah I'll have fun with that
Reminisce when you came out the womb
Tears of joy I think filled up the room
You are now the reason that I fight
I ain't
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Curse of the English commoner
They shift the blame to a foreigner
Its placed upon by the holier than thou
Manure in the fields, a smell so foul
How
cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
In colaboration with Digitalfrequenz Records we proudly present our first standalone album by kyber And netik. The tracks are produced in the year
In colaboration with Digitalfrequenz Records we proudly present our first standalone album by kyber And netik. The tracks are produced in the year
In colaboration with Digitalfrequenz Records we proudly present our first standalone album by kyber And netik. The tracks are produced in the year
In colaboration with Digitalfrequenz Records we proudly present our first standalone album by kyber And netik. The tracks are produced in the year
In colaboration with Digitalfrequenz Records we proudly present our first standalone album by kyber And netik. The tracks are produced in the year
In colaboration with Digitalfrequenz Records we proudly present our first standalone album by kyber And netik. The tracks are produced in the year
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