Lyrics:
crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin
Life ain't a bed of roses
If you really grind you know this
Listen to me nothing in this life comes easily
Feeling me
Sun up sundown we grinding
you not a fan, so don't you try to dab me up in class
But thank you for this open vent
Don't even know how much I spent, my time for you would make
getting hugged nigga
On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga
You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine
I'm ready for any nigga, that
By American and Russian artillery paint
Everything stands proudly lopsided
And then come the makeshift camps set up
For the many hungering displaced
leaving until we hear them say
Come back another day
The microphones and lights are put away
Tonight we play by moonlight
So open up and run, lady run
Lookin' for a foothold
Within this society
I would mold
If I don't break outta mine
Hand me the microphone
Excuse me while I
Shine
Tearin' up a bassline
lead just through the skyways
And touch back down on the one-way highway
Got a bus with 21 beds,and if the door swing open it's 21 heads
Nickel plate
a hunch on my shoulder, I'm feeling funny
Gotta pull another trick out of the hat, not a bunny
I been running
Circles in my mind
Amusing myself by crying
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
out,
Whatchu saying bruh?!!
10,000 hours of practice
Is how I came up,
I see blood when I open up books,
I'm well Read(Red) huh?!!
They gonn'
You better open up them mics
And get out my face
Give me some space
Better break out them old Nikes
You better run for the crib
if ya know what I mean
I then watched as one by one all the stars of TGIF went up
John Stamos was second, Bob Saget third
(I still swear this was
them
Trenches
I been
In them wards
I almost
Lost my life by
Inches
I dont what bitch is
But i know what
Risk is
this is day
To day
Fuck the future
When
crime when all I do is spit fire
We on the track at midnight, let's take a ride up to the sky
Doug wasn't ready for this type of vibe the space is tight
put me inside of her cold zone
Tracy McGrady, early 2Ks the way I go ghost mode
Twist and turn, down the road
We open up, and we just flow
Just tell me
the garden that
God wasn't supposed to save
Locked up in an open grave
With a King James' Bible
With a couple quotes erased
But kept the ones that made me
'star is born'
Sample up the sound if you will
Raps by lyte, production king of chill
So watch the solar system, never stop lookin
Cause up
on the microphone
A 100 degrees of heat when the beat is on
Let the world feel the heat talking Ozone- layer
Step up on the stage everybody say their prayers
Number
Where it's pose to be
World up on my neck
Feel like
Ain't nobody to shoulder me
Every time I open the door
It's problems on the floor
ayyye aye
Oh ayyye
to promote me, yeah
Gotta bust it open for my nigga Swae Lee
Tell me all your secrets, baby, come clean
You and me tonight and you'll be complete
If they
Shooting up like 21 when we was young
Now you 21 shooting up cause you need fun
On the island isolated from everyone (Damn)
Welcome to Brookyln, this my
the hippest
Hat on sideways or backward, I knew a funky track would
Open up the ears of the black hood
I'm not Ralph Malph, Richie, or the Fonz
I'm no joke,
And treat defeat like a doormat
To jump around on
I'm here to spread poetic confetti, you ready?
Open, open, open up your skull-cap
And let it rain,
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