Lyrics:
you tight
We'll never fight
But these niggas are tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you lies
Mr Kebzee mehn I go by the name MK
Pocket full of money this
hooks like Pacquiao
I just creep through the night like a night out
Fucked your Mrs in the past
Started with a massage
I know it bites you
You just gotta
Novah James
Jaimie London
JAMESGANG
They know what I came for
Know where we come from
Legend of three legends
Story is unsung
Glory is some feeling
bumpin' Heavy Kane
Martin Luther King, I'm a Mr. everything
Sunset Road, I got hoes, red bottom toes
I got hoes in the fall, they're my autumn hoes
a mystery throughout human history
We didn't start the Grail War
There is no time to waste, this will decide our fate
Jack the Ripper, London, Mordred,
the gas going fast Porsche carrarra by the ocean
Bad bitch in the passenger seat shawty came from London
Hold up
Bentley truck roll up
Sauce dripping
with pretty features
My hood full of felonies and misdemeanors
A lot of dirt with bald heads, I'm Mr. Clean
Talk dirty, Listerine, Aunt Shirley, where
on the corner had been burnt down, a
dark London street story I won’t burden you with now. Determined as I am to
write you some life affirming shit and not drag you
happy?
I say 1 2 or maybe 3
Mrs right knows my resume has enough experience
She asked me what is my highest education
I told her Masters in the V
Destroy
lose, why?
Because I'm him times two
Experience if I had your IQ
Err, look at his teeth
I think this nigga fights food permanent tan
He's as black as when
until they notice me
Got groceries my pockets full of green my bread is gluten free
By the time I'm famous hopefully they won't be over me
Cuz this shit
on the highway to hell from here
Blessed by the night, holy and bright
Called by the toll of the bell
Oh Mr. Crowley did you talk to the dead
Sleep with the devil
Have you seen my husband?
You'd know him, if you had
He's known around old London Town
Most people think he's mad
My husband he talks with
SUV is the new Lambo (turbo)
Politics is gettin' serious (haha)
Diplomatic Immunity, Livin' Off Experience
Ayy, let the beat drop, Dipset, D-Block
loincloth, never fall off
Mr. Wonderful, Paul Orndorff
Leather jacket, knee length
Peace to people gettin' money in the 80's with the freebase
First time,
custom-made it myself
I need a fridge just with the syrup
Was a shy kid, lately I been blinded by the lights
I'll buy a bitch I just need some comfort for
or bought
Just as wisdom and experience
Cannot be told or taught
Hold the fort
I rep' the globe
Across the galaxies
And find the state of Earth
And it's
State's greedy
and Mr.Wilson hates Chicano's and condemns graffiti
Sacramento Symphony got cut back even starvin
Artist struggling the Ssreets of Sac
from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc
You've never met a finer gentleman
You'll never make a better friend
Than Mr. Singerman
By far the most well-travelled
He's all about communication,
time to shine, with all 'em years gone by
It's your time to rhyme, experience divine
Ensure you're heard now, don't you act like a mime
Lost as a child,
Mr Rated welcome to therapy
It's time for you to heal
Through these sessions we're going to try work through your issues
So please tell me
What's
Sun blocked by my shades
Concierge said
Welcome Bramalish you're looking mighty vicious
Like you don't clean dishes
Anything I'll get you Mista
Just
a brah who like to talk a lot (Yasis)
I play my music loud the neighbours call the cops (Yasis)
My brasse still lamming by the corner shop (Yasis)
I shoot
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