Lyrics:
a slippery reef
Encircled by beasts of the sea
Neath an eclipse
The more we know all the more we quiver
On our knees before prophecies
Just begun or being
Pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear.
A new LP, every year.
You know we rolling.
Can't be faking.
We come through, and all your girls, we
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Gras
Bitches been going wild hit the sound cliche
Give me two bitches we could do this three ways
Four missed calls on my iPhone five
Bitch six feet
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
back to the first judge,
Sayin' don't work for ya
I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance
And the odds are stacked against me,
and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
the north
Singing bout some
Tell me what's really goin on
Relate to everything that he was sayin bout some being way too black for all the white & too white
butterfly bullets, rabbit's
Jawa G-spot and megablasters?
Well we got all the rest of
That stuff, but the megablasters
We are clean
Out of megablasters
fine
Its ashooin' to mend
That is a lie
Can't wait for it to end
You'll see what its like
To live inside of my life
Why would i even want you in my
My...
Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
My beat forever
4 Ever My....
[Delite]
4 Ever My Beat, for the record, the jam you selected
That when we
looks like a techno club
We slam dance to this music
When the Tek blow slugs it's ghetto thugs
Welfare and poor education and gang love
Sitting in
like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run
above the fire?
Or would you rather take an easy road
To get to where we are?
Hope, a four letter word, seldom heard
Yes plenty we can use but
This ones
skiftar mellan jobb, haffla, bourbon och cognac
Det är Näääk-daddy, bäst du believe it, kändes för tidigt
För mig att lämna scenen, kom tillbaka lite
that traditional style of cold rockin'
Givin' options for head knockin' non stoppin'
Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin' but styles can be forgotten
So we
We'll say that we're sorry for keeping you waiting so long
[ VERSE 1: Greg Nice ]
Now countries at war, little kids cry rape
Some are lyin, dyin,
switched his
Contacts out for glasses
And changed into what looks like board shorts
And another Supreme hoodie
This one maroon it's 9 pm on a Friday
As we
teaching rap, and of course I am back
Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack
So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them
BDP will teach
through Medina wit a Evisu Jeans and Nina's
Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba
Briefly, crackers observe
You got the undercovers
Niggas just love us, we
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
sayin'
I ain't talkin' stupid bout' your crew that's a waste of words
I'm just focused on my mission love me just for what I'm worth
But otherwise
I got
knows if it’s true what you claim
Goin to church is a positive thing but how many times has a boy been touch by a saint
Damn
Yea
Trust the spirit not
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