Lyrics:
Trynna keep da engine turning like timing belts off da rap
Gambling with my freedom pass da dice let's shoot sum craps
Forgot all da times I helped you out
The time has come for breeding and death
My mind and my soul are a chemical process
It can be copied, deleted and more
When one door opens, the other one
sweeper broom?
All tha time B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time!
I got the turf on lock, twenty-six glocker
One beeper on my side gotta be
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
And tunes were strong
So strong
Like a rocket engine
In human race no one went so far
Surfing the stars by strums of guitars
At the edge of the world, I am
engines, wrinkles in time
So drive, just drive away
Drive through time and space
Causality is the enemy
Relativity a necessity
But time can bend it's not
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my
Gwada — Written by Richard 'Barkely' Roberts
[Interlude]
Barkley: My friend
You doh know bout the dance-o?
Kick you foot four times and swing yuh
I'm smiling at strangers
Every time I look in the mirror
And screaming at the bottom of pools
Cause lately, the world flies
Over my head and passes
the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter
Learned these life lessons
by losing every thing
Here comes the overloud
I'll let you take control
All that was needed
I'm out of grace
I pushed the engine
laughs at how we suffer,
but it hasn't seen the moments we've shared.
PLease will the engines of creation to commence my
h eart. Time is not on our side,
Back home after a long long time
My place had stopped since I was so young
Memories have passed by so fast
like rocket hanging from the ceiling
wasting no time, I wanna get out fast
I make sure my cut's on my back
Just like my friends' colored yellow and black
Get the engine started put my machine
that fame, you might claim
Couldn't stand up by my rap name
You might be good, I don't care
I've been rapping like this 13 long years
I got more
Well these diamonds on my windshield
And these tears from heaven
Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate
I got a steel train in the rain
Rove through the night
See the satellite
In the sky going by
And I'm looking out
Way out in the dark tonight
Rolling in on a ship
In my mind,
engine
Purrin' through your neighborhood
Let my money do the talking
I ain't gotta say I'm good
Homies that'll gun you down
I ain't gotta say I would
bring ya much closer to Jehovah
Definition of a soldier, I told ya
I hold the toast when I approach
It's close at all times by my side in the holster
[GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang why'all, in the head one time
Blaze up on why'all one time real fast (Do
Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest
Runnin ounces by the half, birds
it, the boy still ain't graduated
I must say they cap the greatest (be real)
My team is mature, the bags are secured
Surrounded by addicts addicted
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do
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