Lyrics:
telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
into it
Two separate albums dissin', I just did a Kim to it, nigga, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows, almost had
Lihou is back in action
My last album was only part of me, I wasn't whole, and that's a fraction
Cause I'm the one on top of these lines, you guys are
a heathen brain
Like my plug, gotta ask for the weed and strain
I just gotta ask, are you being sane
There would be two Ls like a bean at raves
Zero on both
preaching the gospel and we are not afraid no doubt)
Not by power, not by might but by His ruhu (spirit)
I'm armed with God's power
Bana soron mugu
(I'm not
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by
see you again
My brudda, Depzman rest in peace fam
Hooligan out 2014 that's my album
Big up all my mandem
Big up D2, big up Yaseen
Big up the Small
(not accurate to album performance)
There are these two women
And they are on their first date
And they're both kind of nervous
I guess just because
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
is me
Ooh I know one of them me
Westwood, you can not beat us
We are undefeated
I pull up in the Lamborghini, two seated
Your bitch she gon' seat in
dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this
things, I'll aspire to do many things
And by many things, I mean everything, do anything, beat burying, flows varying
I'm an animal, cannibal, eat the beat
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
gave a whole album breathe a second take a break
Say the word I'll say their name
I'm trying to move away from hate
But when we work together look
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
guys last
Year, two years ago
Three -whatever you guys were seeing
Someone being suffocated by a
Perception being suffocated by people in
A position that
get a blow too
Know i can afford too
Want them by the thousands
Rake them in like leaves in the autumn
Then i shake em, then i write a album
I'm too
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
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