Lyrics:
as hell surrounded by bombshells
Careful as I get near'em, stand near and compare 'em
Or all girl heir 'em, I'm the man with the serum
Assets,
Welcome to In My Weakness, the album
Thank you for tuning in
Today, I just want to talk about self-esteem
It's something the world spins differently
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma
some songs on this album dawg, I had to scrap
Cause it's not the way I'm feeling now, I'm finally back
To myself and I'm better than ever, i'm truly
problem
Kehnde lok they see me as a problem
Samaj na aave menu ki ay problem
I give them a cure with a fresh new album
I'm a rider
Provider
Bring the heat
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
dot org
For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we
I don?t know much about love
How it cures and frees the soul
Makes you whole and all that other stuff
But I was kissed by lady luck
And I know
Thoughts taking off like a airport
Supported by nobody
who would care for him
Airborne germs in the midst
Somebody put wings in the hit
But the L tip
that hit the charts
Album poppin so we hit the news
Finally found a girl that could pierce my heart
I'm not goin mad its the juice
Man its a free for
Bucket of pain
Thrown
Thrown it might be coming my way
Thank God
It veered
But hit someone who got in the way, oh no
Now, I feel sorry
To console
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
Yeah, whoa, whoa
I just been feeling like, it's all clickin', you know?
(Hit-Boy)
Like it's all working out, and I'm 'bout to work out
Colossal
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Thats why my sounds
Came by different source
And I always hit it different
I wrote it out of my brain into feelin’
When I see them, they can’t fight
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
To collapse in a heap at your knees (a little bit too sensitive)
Now I'm gonna take a rest cure (just a little, sensitive)
I'll rent a cottage by the sea (a
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
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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
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
me something realer?
Oh, yeah, I got nirvana blues
I don't need a cure
Need a throwback to my youth
Oh, yeah I got nirvana blues
Feelin' like
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
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