Lyrics:
don’t matter though, it ain’t about me
It’s about ideas people with new ideas
People who believe in truth
And yes
As you probably could have guessed by
Gretchen von Ivan
Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
Be rhymin' catching
appreciate you stoppin' by"
Said, "I ain't askin' for a dime just a minute of your time
An' your name here on the dotted line
Could you sign my petition?"
Paris France somehow by chance that I took the Bible out
As I flipped the pages I saw these words
And I knew what it was all about
For I read, "Fear not
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
halla to rock it
You know where I'm at, you know where I'll be
You know what I'm about,
You wanna see?
Ball the team, ball machine
Back, back, back, scar
Well, I hope you have fun
Splashin' in the slack tide
Unchaperoned over on the flip side
I write what I know about, made up or true
These songs
gettin' by
Wouldn't even be taking this shit if DeShaun didn't die
Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose Proof so you use
There's new rules, it's cool if
You'd think for all the days I've known you
That I would have you memorized by now
With Every question answered,
Every single page turned
But you
metal jacket, shit, going pow, pow
Blow your brains out, let it hang out
Let the neighbors talk about it
Then skip trial
Wow, I'm amazed by how you niggas
I was standing at the checkout by a rack of magazines
Cover story told about another heartbroke beauty queen
How she was gettin' over just one more
the dark, I plummet
Now the sky's blackening, I know the mark's high
Butter-flies rip apart my stomach
Knowing that no matter what bars I come with
You
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's what it's all about (you are now witnessing)
Ayy, bruh
Yo
Thank you for comin' to Mr. Burger, how can I
of doubt
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is
Driving around town with
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
feel my heartbeat quickening
In between the baited breaths before the turning of the page
The sense that everything's about to change
Kicking
the pages, turn the tide
You are not a hero to me
Don't you try cause you could never be
You are not a hero to me
What you get is just not what you see
I
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
I took a page out of your favorite book
You sold me lies just by the way you look
Taught me a language that I never speak
Baby, that ain't for me,
often, prolly
If I talk about this shit more often, more often
I ain't never fuckin' with no sneak diss
Best get off my dick, boy, you better not
about to get it and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit, I swear it's sounding like home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got
(One, two)
Oh yeah, yeah
Mm, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I wish I could write you an album full of love songs
But I can't seem
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