Lyrics:
we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's,
know I'm coming to torture
I off ya
Hide ya wife hide ya daughter
Carry the rhythm
The lyric gon get em
Carry the rhythm
The lyric gon get em
Carry
Making my own beats
And writing the lyrics to
Drake got a ghostwriter
Never writes his songs
All of his big hits are made by
Someone else
Real artists make
it's, time for Chip to wreck it
But before my intro I gots to check it
So who is the nicest in your neighborhood?
Lyrics are merry, merry, quite contrary,
“STARS ALIGN” by Erin Gaffney - Lyrics
Feel the moment, feel your touch
In the present you are here
And you are everything
Take our time, no need
cause i just heard the calling
i focus on things that im deeming important
coming in hot im young Kelly Rowland
you better know all my lyrics are solid
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
tell ya I'm bogus
Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin
And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin
Read my song, lyrics are strong
the lines in your lyrics are not even quarter truth
Y'all are trynna be phenomenal but y'all ain't even applaudable, dude I am now pissed
I put it in caps
By Roth Brooks
Oceanwave I believe eh! Eh! eh!
I believe in are children
I believe children of the whole world!
Africa children,
Education
Children
vibration! de s'envoyer
Sur le paillasson
Limée, ruinée, vidée, comblée
You are the King of the divan!
Qu'elle me dit en passant
Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
I am
I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia
You know the thing, chocolate like
Lightside, when I ride, I’m high in the Spirit
A maverick, defyin’ gravity wit’ fly lyrics
A catalyst, precede a cavalry of rhyme spitters
you like a bus
Hard and fast hitting you out of the park
I'm the strongest alive just like my name is Clack
All y'all said my lyrics are trash
But all
an unfresh flesh wound. (Eww)
Fire beats and lit lyrics are here to cauterize
Ears hear the heat, giving you saucer eyes
Leftwrite and Vishnu keep sights
These niggas know I wake up and go get a bag, so why the fuck be trippin'
All these niggas are some fuckin' hoes, why my name being mentioned?
done
When I find that I have to run
Lyrics to music by the King of Swing, The 45 King
The words we bring I write, and sing
Cause I am Latifah, the Queen
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
niggas who do it for hype
The s*** that I'm spitting it's really my life
How real are your lyrics, how real is that ice (how real is your ice)
I need
a rest
We appear from every direction
The resurrection is witnessed by millions across the globe
Nonetheless, scratches are vital
The beats of course,
style is old, so unfold
Blossom, bloom, you got the room
So go ahead and consume
A new era, KRS-One comes better
Bite another lyric? never
Cos I'm
would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves
here's the outcome:
Your teeth are gone, your mouth is numb
Don't get involved, unless you're willing
To risk murder by mic when they're illing
You gotta
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