Lyrics:
Go out into the field and rap to these people
I got the concrete under my feet
I got shotty right next to my body
I got the hood notes so street get
Swimming down this river of unclarity
Call the losers out to fight
No more second guessing or divergency
Get rid of all your doubts
It waits for your touch
the feeling
It is the real thing
You can't refuse the embrace
No
It's like the pattern below the skin
You gotta reach out and pull it all in
And you
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
the witness didn't show up
Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
Then all those
man, I'ma get that nigga, yo
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas
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
potato skins and pickled wieners,
Crossword puzzles, Spider-Man comics, and mama's home made rhubarb pie
Pulled out of the driveway and the neighbors,
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
emptiness
Wiped out by space
Endless comet-long trackless corridors
Leading to nowhere.
As I gaze through my window
Covered in satin
I listen to Ludwig van
and fightin' angels
7 times a million ties
Through phases and the ages
Consumed by the fire
Still
When the sun goes out
And the night is all a haze
Let
be gone
On the outside
I kept the right style
Made it for a while
Within a second i'll be gone
Honestly i kinda know by now
That i'll never make it
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
stop the urges
Lock them out.
She's here, the heat is rising
He move slowly she's a china doll
By degrees, he'll loosen her composure
She knows
of body true sensation
And the second you walk out the door,
To say you leave me wanting more
Is an understatement at best
Reminiscing when you're not
hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?
Runnin' out of hope
Runnin' wild 'cause
to you
I spend the day dreaming
Check my watch in the afternoon
And its a curse that I count every second passing by
But it brings me closer to you
So
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
Uh (Ow) uh oh
It's for the ladies (Ha ha)
Strickly for the ladies (One more time)
Hey, that's all this is
Uh uh (Uh uh)
She was five seven one
potato skins and pickled wieners,
Crossword puzzles, Spider-Man comics, and mama's home made rhubarb pie
Pulled out of the driveway and the neighbors,
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