Lyrics:
(Oh my God what is this? And L beat?)
I'm living proof that you could do it too
By time I turned twenty-two I had an M or few
Get it had a M
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
to drop bombs on the first person who had a nice suit and a watch on
I spot John, white collar worker and clean cut
Walked up to him, he's like, "What?",
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
of the Seventh Dawning
He who was slain is alive again
Now there shall be no more death and sorrow
Now there shall fall no more tears of pain
I am he with
mind
I'll be fine
This life is mine
I'll do it all by myself
By myself
By myself
This is the story of a guy named Nic
When he found his passion about
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
this vibe from a guy
I thought he was funny and nice when he tried
He talked to me kind which took me by surprise
I said wait, come closer, let me see
stolen
I know he needs it, cause he's beefing', after he gets 'em, ain't no coming back
I'm coming back better than my last
I got six albums in my bag
He
shore, upon a long shore
Open your door, open your door
“Ask anyone”, he muttered, as he spat a small
Brilliant blue insect, whirring into the gauze
I
the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
I heard that you get tougher with every reel
The kids say you got fingers made of steel
They say your belt gets blacker by the hour
I know you like
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
Alert! This is a trigger warning! Alert!
After careful examination and review by the
Trigger Warning Society of America
This album has been
like scenes in Scream borderline
Stephen King he's Behemoth
I just drift (I just drift)
Into the abyss where nothing really is
(Nothing is, it's vacant)
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I
that special girl
Just come over baby so I can rock your world
45 acting like he’s five, brain-washing the weak
Lying about everything that been truly
I done it I ain't think about karma
So you can't blame me if I para
That's my bro he'll soak man like garri
And I'll ride for my bro that's gara
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