Lyrics:
by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around
by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around
immune to the violence
This rap race is no place to raise a child in
What's wrong with smilin'? What's wrong with peace?
What's wrong with squashin'
arrant
That nothing is more inherently credible
Than incrediblee levity and credibly brevity by making it snappy
And what was the other thing I was
arrant
That nothing is more inherently credible
Than incrediblee levity and credibly brevity by making it snappy
And what was the other thing I was
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
going to pipe
You need a body you can hold and savour
Pan Raas or Mint Cream
Or maybe the Black Mix
Dark-skinned and curvy
I'm drawn to black chicks
a Four-Tay
Dawn to the PM steppin to the AM so listen to what I'm sayin
Be a Mellow Man Masta Mix the Ace with the Spade
And when you race past the 3rd Bass
Doors to hidden chambers of your inner pineal gland
It's alchemy black, the region where the science is at
Time travel to the beginning, what you'll find
gonna do, sue me
By all means, man
That would be ultra neato
Bring me free publicity
As it is, I've got to generate it all
Juggle and eat fire
to last
Streetstyle freestyle
Knowing mutually
Seeing is what’s being
Time speaks for being
Original future brotherhood
Breaking mirror just there
To walk
Shatterin' your silence, passing round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck
[Originally performed by Black Sabbath]
[Original title - "Under The Sun , Every Day Comes And Goes"]
Well I don't want no demon to tell me what
Power, Black Power is what I administer
We gone to Mars yeah the weed have me spiritual
They think I smoke cuz I wanna be a criminal
And when the Fame hit
"Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached
In life as by the obstacles which he has overcome"
Booker T. Washington
bite
So here's a lesson of what the don art is
Taught by the big you know, Prince of Darkness
Stop, hold up, pause, quit
Change the groove
a rabid dog growling
Barking, Howling, Thirstin' Howl in the mix
Original rap we reach thousands of kids
Oh you thought that we was falling off
I leave
I'll give you real if you listen okay
You gotta find what it is that you're good at and work on
Figure out the areas in ya life that you hurt from
ain't nuthin' but 808, beats and flauntin'
Niggas showin' niggas love, hoes suckin' dicks
That's how we do it, cus everything is in the mix
Doggy Land,
for some footballs cuz I'm running outta sticks
Unlike Tom Brady I ain't deflating mine I'm chasing mine wit brisk
Black label no mix r dat gold peak
The Gang, cruising to summer madness
Life's fantastic
Rerun in Heaven, what's happening
I been to places, your laces get you hogtied
Like the color of your
get beated down
This is the life of a loc'd out slanger
Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber
So hip hip a motherfuckin' raid
I'm so takin'
get beated down
This is the life of a loc'd out slanger
Active gang banger that keeps one in the chamber
So hip hip a motherfuckin' raid
I'm so takin'
don't really want me, yeah
"You fucking lame" is what they told me
Lost in all these words that you said to me
Been thinking love ain't for me
Cause
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