Lyrics:
ya for a minute
You would have had a motherfucking knife in my back then bent it
I gotta get ya first
Cause a nigga like ? is the nigga that will fuck
wonder, how deep is the sea, live long enough just to see
The floors of my ocean, to be frank
Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients
Fashionably late
in my eyes, I'm just letting time fly
Cause when it's fun it flies by
Got that, old soul with that new school flow
Got a guitar in my hands, just
(Oh Yeah) then homeboy just don't blink (Don't sleep)
When you open yo' eyes the game 'gon be mines
and I'm a bring it back to the East (Let's Get it)
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
Well I'm tryna spit some fly shit
She roll her eyes then talk by guy shit
Piss me off and I gotta disguise it
Cuz' niggas treat her like a side chick
just want peace, I don't wanna kill hundreds
Lookin' back at the album, Magnum Opus
And still my flow is blooming like a lotus
Got more swagger than
her eyes
I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die
(Spoken by the Pimp)
...and that's that Dirty Love we got for all them lost
comfort
And if I'm being frank the moon is where we need to be
Take a spaceship ride, I'ma treat you right, I'ma keep you by my side
Look into my eyes, this
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
1984
When I met the biz markie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make
Shoulda knew what love is before we learn what a thug is
Know we left our seeds to be raised by they mothers
I seen the hood raise brothers
Kill too many
white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums
niggason they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs
I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no
Ego-Boost Sleep
Technique, made by me, for me
If my tape contained the
Nonstop creative dragon of
Ambitious ideas that is my own mind
It can certainly handle
By the end of an album
There's supposed to be
A general idea that something
Has either been resolved or
You know you've said everything
You want
soul stronger than a cat's life,
And more lady's give me lessons I can see thru there rat eyes, no mice in my pack,
Still feel like sinatra with a sack
every corner - that's why steps evade him
Still living close to the edge is second nature
You're the second fake to try and get his weight up
By testin'
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
the drop top
Hit the highway ima do it my way
Frank Sinatra in this bitch make you vibrate
I don't laugh about bitches
Wearing red bottoms i talk about
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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