Lyrics:
the whole year went to shit before my album could breathe
Well now I can create in peace
But my mind is on no justice no peace
And how do I fit in the seems
on a CD 'cause not everythin' you'll put on sells
Got all my ideas in cells as cells form 'em word by word
I wanna speak 'bout what I believe in but most
diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I
in this spot
I drop demos so hot
I'll make it Hell's Town
And not like how you box
Or a Glock I don't stop
At just twelve rounds
And by the way it
I had an awesome Latin teacher
One of his biggest lessons was
Odi et amo
It's a poem by Catullus
The way he described it
I hate and I love
Part
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
smells, and tastes
I’ve become who I am by the grace
Life’s profound as it takes me
Toward this destiny meant for me
So sinful and yet the saint in me
Has
down, I levitate
I like a woman that's all-natural
I give her good energy and let it reciprocate
A young nigga that's tryna innovate
As many ways
The good thing, I found Allah in the process.
An angel appeared wit' sneaky ways and gave me stress.
Now what am I to do?
My album's platinum but I
Yeah yeah
Uh
Yeah
Sitting on top of albums of shit
You know
Hit me in the AM
You can catch me in a Brougham
Just sipping what I can
Hit me in the AM
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
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
Got 2 bottles of water by my side
My doubts in my left and my pen in my right
Not ready to choose, I am borrowing time
Do I slaughter the mic or do I
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
Boutta medicate, gotta better way
To play with all my victims
Pick ‘em up, and hit ‘em with another bar
cnd they addicted, damn
What the hell do I know?
And that's how it ends
It's over. It's done
Little Dxsh. Little Dxsh
I am fucking plastered right now, but, you know, life goes on
Sometimes you
They like the way I’m doing this,
I’m putting on, Yes I be running through this shit,
Yes you know who it is,
I’m like a Eulogist,
Mindset is
My life has always been a mystery
Surrounded by darkness and shrouded by misery
Thoughts attacking viciously
Ripping me apart from the inside, I
history
With inspiration concealed
I ain't trippin' on it
I got a opus that's on the way
Any competition is hopeless and by the way
Let 'em know I
niggas but readin' be makin me sleepy (hey!)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Niggas stuck on one and them I ran by
Claimin' they fly but
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