Lyrics:
Rrrr
Yeah
Rik Hamale
Eyy Holy drip
St. Laurent on my feet
Men come through and they lit
All our pockets stay fit yeah
Holy Shit
Scott bezel all on my
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
Hallucination's how I use my mind
Who am I?
Let us have a grand finale
The world will be just fine without me
The clown got a smile on his face
Slow it down,
gonna be there for you
When this place is too much and you don't know what to do
I got your back and I'm gonna be there for you
Shorty got my back
Now, I don't wanna lose you
But I don't wanna use you just to have somebody by my side
And I don't wanna hate you
I don't wanna take you, but I
Yeah I will start again
It can take forever, and ever whatever, whenever, but I'll still win
How many like him
Are they still
Who to us all
Seem
relist us
Remind my listenas 'cause I'm a minista
Designed by ministas
'cause these times is sinistas
But I'm gonna finish tha grindin' til its done
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
part of you to be a part of me
Follow me up and down, all the way and all around
Take my hand and I will follow too
It's long been on my mind, you
harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick
And you put the load right on me
I picked up my bag, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I said
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone
And on my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
the shy type! ~ Yes, it's my type!
He's the kind that girls can't trust!
Some guys take a girl out ridin' an' when they do,
She may have to walk home,
So right now I go by Gill-Scott Amadeus
Or Ami Scott
One of those
I been out my brain tryna maintain
You can feel my pain this shit take patience
I
[ Too $hort ]
Oh, who really made this shit possible, nigga?
Them Town niggas
[ Vidal Prevost ]
Eassyde!
[ Ant Banks ]
Now let me take you
And you ain't one emvm
Homie you a real one
I've been down so many times
With my day ones
Pull up on you if you had a bag
And we might take some
I don't
a young heart standing in his place
Words are your wheels
To take you anywhere you feel
Where you can laugh or you can cry
Let your imagination fly
Let it
or relate, can't release or repair
Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be
The nights grow cold
My search for gold is leading nowhere
Whichever lonely road I take
It seems to go nowhere
It's a fight to survive just until
that's gonna be given to you by the Wu, brothers and sisters
The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised
It's time to rise, and take
like them nights in Harlem
They never fake the funk up there
I met my Cherie Amour in Harlem
And tonight I'm gonna take her back to the 'pollo
Yeah I will start again
It can take forever, and ever whatever, whenever, but I'll still win
How many like him
Are they still
Who to us all
Seem
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm
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