Lyrics:
bitch that lied
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
soon as I get there I find Afeni
into this nigga fist
Back then I was small as a bitch
Still gave a nigga the sticks ha!
Parking lot boxing surrounded by 20 killers
Could've died, held
as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries son, you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful,
up
Speaking on levels the blessed understand
Cause nobody is higher than The Original Man
Celestial. Produced by the terrestrial
Heterosexual. A funky
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
to bottom flame, Demo TBA
Ghost TMR, Easel CUK
Switchin gears, Lay the One towards the end
Who could forget the Master of Destruction
Led by Quik,
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
[Original performed by the Sex Pistols]
Right! Now! (laughs)
I am an antichrist
I am a sporty spice
Don't know what I want but I know how to get it
the original sin
I found a note
where she told me to meet her
by the river in the twilight
With nothing on
she was dancing naked,
to the rhythm of her heart
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
Tonight I'm gonna lose my breath
I know this time it's you or death
My dream is sitting next to you
like a kind of déjà vu
I wanna feel your back
the dead still sing
And we can celebrate by
Dancing in the streets
Your music, your legacy, rest in beats
I'm sick of this scenario, man
I'm buggin' out
So
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
know me, as the Original D
Like to the I say with the A and hey
Bust this, M-O-N-D
I grab the mic and recite rhymes in your left ear
It's always
This is the final hour.
When fighting is the only guarantee.
Creating disaster, blinded by hate.
There's nothing else to see.
A tormented desire
are. Smoke a fat ass joint to this BITCH!!!HAHAHAH"
I don't think I'm all this or that but I'm all me original Gangsta
E-A-Z-why-E. Down from tha Jump
motherfucker (hoo)
Taking over flows is the Limp pimp (dick)
Need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis
I'm gonna drop a little east side skill (ooh)
Ya
Its the real yo yo yo
Sleepy flow what it do, what it is
Let me talk to em let me get it with the kid
One time, one time for your mind yo
I keep
[Intro]
Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up
These white motherfuckers have fucked us up...
This ain't by no
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this ?
Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn
SUSPENDED IN TIME, MOLECULAR ANOMALY
DISEASE OF THE DARK SLOWLY SPLITTING APART
ORIGINAL STAR, OMEGA, THE ‘XIRA
CELESTIAL PULSE
AN ATMOSPHERE OF COSMIC DEATH
Top: 2
Theme: Finale (Own Choice)
Original: Melba Moore
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This is it (this is it)
Woaw, this time I know it's the real thing
And I can't explain
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
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