Lyrics:
It's NCredible
Kells
Let's do it again
Taken em back
Ya'll remember
You remember when you loved a nigga
You remember them 90's songs
to get somewhere that's real and pure and true and eternal"
"Toby can you go with your boy?"
"Let's go"
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
Uh uh, ah uh
Yo Jeffrey Buss it
What are ya doin in there?
Word em up word em up word em up
In the place at about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff
know you're gonna get it
Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands
It's Eazy E on the air [rockin' without a band]
[chorus]
[DJ: You're
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
to allow it till then
Out on a limb
An arm and a leg
For all of my guys
They're down till the end
Tell em we'll get it they'll say what do you know
long, I'm pressing a ten
Gotta go hard, we gotta get all
No excuse, 'cause we gotta win
They said they sleep, must not be a fan
Get at your mans
a moment of truth
So take the record to the DJ booth
And let's start this, let the beat get dumb
Cause I'm a shake it all night and then some
People dancing,
put me in it, I win it
The mission is music and rhythm
Rhythm backed by words, all in my system
System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in
killing all them boys tonight
Line em up one by one
Knock em down just for fun
Breaking all them hearts in sight
She gets off
Knocking you down
But she's
your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's
Bel-Air
And people always talk about
How my girl attractive
Really though that's just a big distraction
I wanna teach 'em less that, and
More about the law
I'mma make this brief, like about 30 seconds
My DJ, gets all of his respect in super crazy blending,
So he can sound groovy
And it can only be
be subjected to constant exits
I'd rather be alone in the cold than be burned by a stove
It gets old, oh oh oh ohh hmmm
You know I hate to see you
Yeah, this for all my mixshow DJ's, underground DJ's and wannabe DJ's
Who know how to get the party started, then spin it
This is
Tell em bring it up
Bring it up all night
Tell the DJ bring it up
Bring it up all night
Tell the DJ bring it up all night (bring it up)
We can make
together first then get us out our struggle
Ima take off smoking nebula so strong it start the shuttle
I might put all my vids and highlights up like hudl
war so let's get it on
Plus we maintain, put one in your brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
[Kaine,
award em
where's Trump at when you need him?
I say we deport em
Like he's trying to get head whenever someone records him
I swear, I could never figure
to the beat
[LA Sunshine] And get em out on the floor
[Special K] And let em whip whip whip
[all three] until they can't no more
[Kool Moe Dee] Because
Bartender-tender-tender-tender-tender
Pour me another cup cup cup cup cup
Get fucked up!
Juggle women, but I'm far from a clown
In doubles and triples, I'm knocking 'em down
So watch
a scene from the Queen La La
Lovely and lyrically loose
But lady like
I'm too slick to slip up or get tricked by the shady type
Chomps y'all talk
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
my bitch be mad the way I be mixin' these meds (man, what?)
It's a glitch in the streets (let's get it)
I can't
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