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of something in a book by Don DeLillo about how terrorists are the only true artists left, because they're the only ones who are still capable of really
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes
It's the uncut that will pick you up
For my mornin' rise
I hop straight out of my bed to clear my head and my mornin'
Clothes hanging on the dogwood
By that Mississippi spring
And anybody else who's listening won't
Know what I'm singing about
This is only for you baby
I'm
too big for a coupe nigga
And when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas
And I don't trust a nigga far as I could saw him
Even though I'm
Video, radio, now these labels comin' for me
I got no time, worry 'bout niggas out there tryna stop mine
I'ma stay focused, handle that biz
Bands up,
can handle the biz
(We can handle the biz?)
Yeah we can handle the biz
I mean a beachfront with a view on the strip
I know that each month we gon get us
and did it by myself so I'm a split the check me ways
Hold up
I'm coming home for the summer
My city happy I'm home
Tried to hit up my ex
But she done
on the radio
But baby, dim them lights down low
Give me something to go on
Give me something to hold on for one more night
Show me what I'll be missing
of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug
It's in the air you breath
And it's also in the water.
It's something you can't see
You've been warned of by you mothers
You've had enough
or traitors
But we just picked the locks so we could watch the asteroids fall
Something in that light reminded me of home
Flashing blue, red, and white by
"Look, I was gonna go easy on
You not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to get this one chance"
"Something's wrong, I can feel it"
Six
at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while Noreaga was catching his breath
I had to keep the situation in check
Look at the vericose veins in my neck,
Even though I'm in love, sometimes I get so afraid
I'll say something so wrong, just to have something to say
I know the moment is right
Tell
pay
Ay yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu
Every negative situation contains the
Possibility for something positive
An opportunity it is how you
Look at it that matters your lack
Of resources
that there, Ion need no blurs I need my vision clear
All 2020, stiff-arm that bullshit, I'm chasing money
It don't make sense for me to just sit around
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hater burn
Yo, I was in the park
Spray painting on the platform
Patent leather top ten, Space Invader hats on
Eighty something
I've been a threat for
Keep playing jazz on the radio
What I need are memories
Provided by my friends and family
To make it a happy holiday
One double two six
Oh it feels so
the standard that's going down this ain’t limbo
I'm like a modern day Bo Jangles
A jockey in a race course stable
Just waiting for them to say go
A chef
pay
Ay yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu
pay
Ayo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
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