Lyrics:
You know my style, from I'm not havin' it
All I remember's an excuse me miss
You can't get a guy like me with a line like this
Well look I'll treat
Wretchroboy
You know we make examples
We're history's booth
This is a future cut
Yeah
I gotta good heart
I born on beat that's a good start
a thin line between coded and closed
Cozy in any mode
Long as I'm covered
So long as I'm not exposed
This place is wrong for me
Offer me
All
a lonely life in my empty bed
And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head
These are the last rites
The line is dead
Yes, I'm hearing voices too
the volume)
That's when I start to jot rhymes, And lock lines
I'm slick as an ox to the jugular
A prophet it's just not for the fuck of it uh uh
It's
I'm alive
Don't nobody know me until somebody owe me mine
Watch somebody gon be lyin
Jump the border line and then I turned my water wine
Cuz all that
the bloody waters, knee-high
Mind state is cut throat, can't walk around deprived
My team shut it down, any access will be denied
Crown royal status
cut down, had to calm down, try to stay the same
Caught up in the game and affecting the brain and I feel like I gonna have nuts now.
Came up in a rough
Stay on the line, never get by
'Cause laziness does not pay
My heart is set on this old winter’s day
Son of a gun, you got me stunned
You cut me down,
Tell the taxi driver pull up over there
Sprint down the street and we don't pay the fare
Onto the district line, force open the door
There's
a lonely life in my empty bed
And it's a quiet life that leaks from my head
These are the last rites
The line is dead
Yes, I'm hearing voices too
point like TV
See we...Think About...what we know
And transfer...that energy to every show
So, if there ever come a time...when Ashe run out of lines
the knife
As he cuts up the meat, he thinks of the wife
As eminent psychiatrists suffer paranoid fits
The ones they call mad have to pick up the bits
to cut you with my gonzo
I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into
Like you can joust defence
So many strokes and slashes let off
You ain't got not
rise
Without her by your side
Cuts his hand and wipes the blood
Who'll discover the dead
There is no line between the weak and those who choose
(Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey)
Hold my head up, right foot back
Take my hands down, shake my back
Pull my strings and cut my rope
Rattle my
war.
Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted
My monitor is frozen
In late four-something sun
That cuts through icy patterns
Another day's begun
Recalling all my losses
While trying
what I too figured
Come to find out, she cut me off for a new nigga
I was hurt, things got hectic
But my man put me on and I came out making records
Got
poverty and hardship
Still you don't absorb a word I say
But now there is a border
A line of blood
Now men patrol the border
But they're dead
to fight)
So cut the bull, make sure your pockets are full
And stop trying to prove you got pull
Cause it's a simple beat that me and jay put together
It's
of a bow
The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face,
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip,
[Ahmad's friends talking]
.. and then he cut it off *laughter*
Hahaha, ay who next? Who next?
Ay ay Jamal come up
Somebody else.. aiy who next man?
modern time
Oh yeah, I got a beef with the fence sitters
Tiers among the wheat, the cop outs, the quitters
Cut from the branch fruitless, no good
Only one
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