Search results for 'by resents the re up album eminem' Page #129

the mentality of just get up and kill it
Cook my beats in a skillet
Never lose if I will it
God by my side through everything, I pray
That you keep me on this

does it matter
The worlds going up in a nuclear reactor
Or the oceans will swallow all that has been
And all that will be, they're making a killing

grateful for the change you inspired
And glad that you're gone
'Cause now I'm by my lonely
Lowkey, that's how I wanted it
Don't need to be in charge
But I'm

we're going up
Mama ya baby boy really growing up
I dropped two classic albums In a years time
If it belongs to anybody then the years mine
Not one bitch

numero uno
And Your love is the treasure like that song by Bruno
And I'm looking in the future like I'm psychic
Singing about you up in the shower, high

I re-up, got my back like a gun
Not a guest, sure, no question, I get it done
Crash like a hit-and-run and for the funds, you gettin' flipped like

need to do until you go and do you're shit and go improve
Rather be stuck up on my ones then on my twos
I rather be all by myself then there with you
Man

These niggas hating on me
Don't want me to make it homie

Ain't no pretending I'm really with it I got to get it
Try to see a hundred million
Stack it up

Song Title: Famous Last Words 
Album: Our Chemistry is a Tightrope
Artist: Porcupine
Music and Lyrics by Casey Virock, Nick Roesler

I want to make

up on a album
So it's demos I keep dubbing losing pace
Is this my fate
Beat sounds great it's boom bap with a twist
Hate drinking soda though it's

me over the edge
And I kinda made me a pledge
That I'd keep up the streak of sobriety for at least a second
And now it's been seven months and each

Measure
Out In
Pounds
I measure it in kilo
She go wherever that I go
She my Lilo
I can stitch you up
Like baseball
In them diamonds
Just for you though.

now
Your son done came up you're in good hands
Surely you ain't gotta worry
'Cause, I can see through the fog
Even when it's blurry
Hopin' Jazz and Dame

Boy I'm so next I got em so stressed
Nightmare I got em waking up in cold sweats
This Luvale boy got the game so stretched/Kanye with it boy I'd die

franks
Free beats you tripping now you niggas gonna walk the plank
They run they're mouth give it up twist like spinal bifida
No Shape No Form is banging'

realer than Shaisoul, I bet that bitch fake

But to be fair they're prolly' praying I don't drop my mixtape
I woulda' dropped the album, had the bars but

feel
Lil Macs still wonder how a classic feel

I been moving up the ranks like an Alpha male
Albums brought me to the Bank that's without the deal
Told

You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy"
So
What that make you?
Good?
You're not good
You just

shows up on time
Shoutout to Montu for letting me get on a stage with a mic and a platform to shine
Staying lowkey like my teeth when I smile
(First

Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop

(skrrt)
Biggie Smalls bumping through the bass
Hit the Whataburger we'd turn up at
After high school games
That's where I did my first freestyle
For 300

em' hang
Woke up a villain i feel like bane
I don't play it by the book i don't play no games
Sugar sugar cane, take a look I'm breakin the bank
Working

the nation

I gave it a little minute now I'm back up in it
Can't explain just know I feel and rap different
I used to act timid but now my mask switching
I'll

live by come with an algorithm
I know it hit like stone
Then throw a towel in it
That last album? Aww man I spent an hour with it
Im into writing stories