Lyrics:
really high
All day everyday this is my way of getting by
Makes me think in
A way that's unique
Makes me feel different about the streets that I creed
I'm planting the seed of the family tree
By my hand, minds are freed
Not a man, I'm a creed
I am the voice that beckons
Pharaohs unto their doom
conversation
She was chasing a life that she was blind to really
Fell hard for D-boys who never took her serious
And the L word made the church girl turn lame
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
conversation
She was chasing a life that she was blind to really
Fell hard for D-boys that never took her serious
And the L word made the church girl turn
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
The Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast
I'd
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
Sweetmeat
By Pigface
Album:
I love all aminals but they don't love me back.
I tend to put them in a state of full attack.
You think I'd pet a kitten
am the leader
He are Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spitting like a retard
And these
the bullets gat it gone make him crease
Feel like Ryu with the uppercut I knock him out his fleece
Don't debate it I'm the fucking greatest
If I miss an album
goin' alive
I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin'
typical in any way though the pro
On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro
I know the D.O.C. make ya want to takea Valium
So buy a bucket
am the leader
He are Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spitting like a retard
And these
and
Kinkade
Rents paid
By someone else
I'd say that's luxurious
Probably wondering where the all the jewelry is
I don't know it's probably in some property
I
though I don't like dinners
Don't be confused by my image, I'm no fuckin' public pin-up
But my heart won't let me say no to a picture
[Chorus]
Uh,
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it
wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
Just like the cans I'm bringing in
To my room to decorate the whole thing
I Wrote the title of the album
Ironically
Thinking I'd found my home
Too
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
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