Lyrics:
Flashback to 1983
Chronic Town was their first EP
Later on came Reckoning
Finster's art, and titles to match:
South Central Rain, Don't Go Back
MORNING RISE UP.
JAH YOU MAKE THE BLESSINGS A PILE UP, TAKE ME NAME FROM THE LANE TO THE TITLE.
(Mmm, I want the title of your closest friend, baby)
I know longer wanna be a stranger (stranger)
Tell me
What I gotta do (what I gotta do)
What I
get up, get down
Miuzi weighs a ton
The match up title, the expression of thrill
For elite to compete and attempt to get ill
restarted every time the pen smudged
Encoded title doesn't give away as much as it should
It started with a mixx
(How did it come to this?)
I think it always
too
And you say you're gonna take him from me
You'll win the title of his wife
Well I know you've done a lot of trainin'
But you're in for
play this song on the radio
Right about this time
Some shit head will be drawing a fat fucking line
Over the title on the back sleeve, what
(Mmm, I want the title of your closest friend, baby)
I know longer wanna be a stranger (stranger)
Tell me
What I gotta do (what I gotta do)
What I
the time
You can talk about cha-cha
Tango, waltz, or the rumba
Señora's dance has no title
You jump in the saddle
Hold on to di bridle
Jump in
lock the doors
And turn down the lights
But you don't ever wanna say that you'll be mine
'Cuz you don't wanna give us a title
You don't wanna be my
This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital
To rock (a rhyme), that's right (on time)
It's Tricky is the title, here we go
It's tricky
fuckin heated
Last night I had a dream that
The Knicks won a title
Woke up, checked my vitals
Last night I had a dream that
The Knicks won a title
Woke
went viral (pussy)
I took a number two with my rifle (pussy)
Every car I'm in, I got the title (on God)
Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (big
You're the title of my song,
Me and my,
Me and my (microphone),
We've been around the world with our disco beat,
We're floating on a feeling (of
I m a mc, r u 1 2?
You spell it out as each letter I said to you
I m a mc, r u 1 2?
That's the title of the project
That I'm sending to you
It's
a cab
Yo, where Jarobi at?
Imbibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
Past shit been waiting for a Jet's title since last
the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the Abstract poetic
I'm in the idle
Tell me it's mines you did it more when you were my side
The older I get the more I realize I don't want a title
No
Your not mine enough for me
play will make you say
"Goddamn, that DJ made my day"
Like the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
He's a maker, a breaker, and a title taker
Y'all better recognize
I still hold the title
Pass, check this
You know what it, you know what it mean
I'm the ultimate, ultimate
Y'all better
Y'all better recognize
I still hold the title
Pass, check this
You know what it mean
I'm the ultimate
Y'all better recognize
How do I survive?
a record by its cover
'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable
There's always more behind the title
One man's enemy's another man's brother
One man's
with the title
Dolce and Gabbana,
Hermes and Dior
I'm dressed so exclusive, it's not in the stores
Fresh in Michael Jordan's,
I think I can fly now
Artists title: Taylor Jaye , Chin Chilla
Track title: Jabaru , Rise (Skit)
Album title: Rise of Jaye Walker
This jibba jabba
Jabolistic
New age
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