Lyrics:
of my mind trying to shine like the sun in the sky
It's just because I want attention when I'm sliding by
Medium heavy guess I'm ready to rotate like
the game wrong
You seen us on MTV and our album on the shelf
4-5 hundred strong and we ain't need no fuckin help
Fuck a hype man we can crank the show up
Uh-uh, that's a no, I bring a light to ya hood with me
Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be looking good with me
You see that full clip by him,
Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me
Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be
High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand
Through snow and wind
What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below
best friend, my roommate and groomsman
Both redeemed from the underground rhyme scene,
Now with our minds clean we devised rhyme schemes
To shine
Shine on like a rose at night
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
I'll
Have to get closer deals on the tables now
I'm after this closure
Every albums killing they like
'Can he get colder?'
G is who your Girlfriend's
tape
Jeopardize being friendly just to keep mine safe
When keeping it real goes right, I couldn't keep my faith
By third album I was done, you shoulda
My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
already spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we already did it
If rap was a toilet, I woulda already shit it
rapper at all times
Black Album, Fade to Black greatest of all rhymes
Black panther black standard, that the sage goes by
Black power, black leadership
those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,
Albums out payed for by my fees
Results changed just to suit all my needs
Killed the pain made away from the streats
In school was absent so the score was
can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Never take for
di enter Na day by day
Who be know say Na so e go Dey
Who be know say ma story go change
Money di enter every day
Ngah them di enter Na day by day
I be
I'm counting money by the bundle
Cause that's how I'm getting paid
Fantastic
Yea that's how I feel today
The way I'm feeling mane I'm trynna feel it
I never did it by myself
just tryna make a hit yeah
아무도 못 봐 내 vision을
cause it came out of somewhere
somewhere else
please call me old old fashioned
to maintain, where the sun don't shine
On a daily basis I hear shots but H.P.D. don't mind
Cause they figure we'll kill eachother by 2000 and 2
But fuck
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