Lyrics:
go and do my thing
I'll beat you hard on the track if you know what i mean
I hardly would have knew you.
Madonna is the Queen
And misdemeanor says GAP
'll keep singing and riding songs
And if I'm lucky I'll make a little money too
It ain't easy... being sleazy
But it sure beats working in the factory
Yeah
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
and killa, hill-er
I was the thriller in the ali-frazier manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held that hand in mine,
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine.
who can bury her tracks
A resurrection, she keeps coming back
The winds they blow
Spread the seeds, the rose of Jericho
Forests fall
By hands
darkest before light
I'm gonna push through
Turbo charged bars
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game scars in these rap wars
Ain't nothing band-aids won't
the future will be televised
And I'm as underrated as the beat bitch
Fuck it if I'm underrated I stay on some g shit
Nigga I chief up it's December 25, 365
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
of nowhere
I'm taken back by you
It's all those places that you've shown me
I'm taken back by you
And nothing beats not knowing
What's gonna happen next
For
it
Ay, last night I squabbled all my demons and got packed out
Someone told them that my skin was brown but on these beats I black out
Uncle found
Steve gon beat it up
That bitch ass so fat, It’s like a masterpiece
I’m the fucking best, ain’t nothing after me
You know me, I’m puffing on that
And I be lovin' all the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word
"To the beat y'all" "To the beat y'all" "To the beat y'all" "To the beat y'all"
Y'knahmsayin? Ain't no future in yo' frontin
I never got caught with
the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word of mouf)
I sold 350
was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now
Than anything I've ever known
We're right on track
I ain't looking back
Yeah, I saw the light, I've been baptized
By the fire in your touch
we both get strong)
They'll call me a crazy Asiatic
While I'm singin' a song
Oh my god, oh my lord
I can't hold back
But I get exact on a track
raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid?
On the track get spanked like he just did
(Detroit) I can't never leave this bitch
Sick of bein'
service
To your inner soul
I hope you enjoy your journey
And continue to travel with us in the future
Come and join in dis ya session
'Cause we're going
calling
ever so long ago
this future never started
I did all I could do
the hand I dealt's the hand that beat me I tried to give myself completely
but this
Baby roll off the high end
And let's get the guitar track right
We don't know where this day ends
But we know we've got tonight
You know I find
track of time
Lost track of time
Lost track of time
But i went down, still came up
With my gang up
Tip toe, break the chains off
Never was soft
They beat
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album,
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