Lyrics:
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
On the other side of hyper focus (hyper focus)
The first one, excellent
The second came for me by accident
Holding my heart (holding my heart)
While
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
keep the city safe and I've got no plans on stopping
Ain't no amateur and my sound is spectacular
I'm dated like a calendar and swinging the Excalibur
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
are laughing at me, saying it's just all in my head
I'll take my time but time always seems to hurry up
Seconds go by and suddenly the day is done
Seven seconds to the rise
Can't believe I'm still alive
And heaven was waiting for me
I thought this would be the end
But I know you'll understand
rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never killed a soul
So we
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
it
Got your lucky number, ain't no seven in it
Grab life by the horn, just give me eight seconds
Already scraped my plate, but you lookin' like
each day
on the hour
by the minute
every second
""where my parents at?""
""where my parents at?""
older kids, 9 or 10
grown stoic
young extremists
Love me like I do
I am nothing without you
Wish I don't ever have to
Live a second without you
Love me like I love you
Tried so hard to replace you
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
One day I had a headache so I went to the 7-11
I thought I'd make it go away by downing a bottle of aspirin
But the employee came up to me he said I
This Lavender burning I'm feeling mint
The calendar telling me to repent
These memories harder now to forget (Uh)
Femininity grabbing me by the hip
You think Oakland California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right
When the Lamb opened the last seal
I saw seven angels stand before God
And to them were given seven trumpets
Another angel came with a golden censer
baby ken dawg
From the westside four-o's got love for short and my
Homeboy j-ball from the seven four from that gang
And the homeboy tracy d from
driveway
Stoned Figures - Heads on gates
Celibate Lickers - are the whores that I hate
8 seconds we get a new president
7 seconds my ego is precedent
6
Headin' out we're gonna meet the crew
But first we stop, the boys want brew
They want brew
Nooo
They're under age, we wait and tap
An hour goes by I
a flood.
Seven bowls of wrath, poured from above,
Signs of justice, by the hand of Love.
Though the earth quakes and nations fall,
God's mercy still calls.
calendars, you went to church
We all know Revelations you see Porsches
Behold of pale horses galloping
‘cross the nation
Watch out for them Seven Seals
I’ll be
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
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