Lyrics:
measure my wealth by the things I have
But I'll sleep tight tonight
Sweating blood to make it work
I woke up alone again in a park somewhere in Koln
I can
Gloomy days got my head twisted
Mystic visions of a razor blade
Cut my blunt with precision
Stuff it till it's bustin'
Sippin' on some Tussin
Imagine
[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets
hysteria
Learn by heart listen lyrical lesson
Scientific sound search studio session
Go off the deep end keep your nose to the grindstone
B-boy battle
gonna take the crown right now
When I peep my mic hunger you should urinate in ya pants
How can you battle me you get crushed by little ants
You biting
(Chorus) - Move out the way when I'm passin' through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands, you could have it
ya wack ass
Acting like a jack ass
You're taking up space looking up in my face
And you ain't got the good grace to scream out loud
Take ya sorry ass
the system
Is written in code
My vision has risen, admitting ego
Need resistance but then when we don't vote
We're bleeding
Deep breathing in my soul
I hope we
The closeness in my heart is close to me
When I'm down you pick me up
By being there through text and art
And it's you that gets me through the day
Your sun may
in the 스튜디오
Let the 음악 carry on
귀에 꼽은 이어폰
오늘 뭔가 될 거 같아 좋은 기분이 들어
뜨거워진 microphone
내 히트곡을 만들어
바빠서 놓친 문자 맘에 담아 두지 말어
지금부터 퇴근까지 아마 한시간
끝나고 바로 찾아
The feins where the streets hot
Kwam feena bless the Microphone until it steams hot
Yes, i used to roll around
The weedspot before smartphones and nsa used
94 money
Brown paper bag ol dope boy money,
Ol dope boy money
Easily I approach the microphone ya da kids no joke,
Tell yo hoe to get offa my
How 'bout the time? I gotta grind
I gotta give them my heart and my mind
I bet they AllSpark when I rhyme
'Cause like I'm a alien Optimus Prime
that shit come with the wealth
To much pollution in the air and I'm not looking to help
I had to get it on my own yeah with the cards I was dealt
And now
Yeah, time to show some appreciation to Don Jazzy for this one,
I go by the name of Milkshayke,
I should have done this for the 2k but it came rather
filthy religion
My tongue be the sword, to slash you with precision
The justice system is his, the court'll only acquit him
And eighty-five percent
to stay
Ready to take you around the way
So get ready for this
Mind your own biz
Cause I invented the microphone biz
No need to sit, cause we're
Everything is everything but everything
Is trust me i follow old school rules
I don't need tools fuck around
I just might grab you by your neck tight
D-E-C-A-Y
shut my mouth
But I keep rocking like a
Chair in a haunted house
I'm from the dirt roads, dusty antiques
On the microphone, so damn sweet
You brought
Style
Wollte nix anderes hören, als „Music to Drive-by“
Ich hör', was ich will, ich Keep it Gangsta und
Ich pump', was ich will, ich Keep it Gangsta,
the ground, oh
my rhyme is free,
free to rap to the people,
with a microphone that I keep on
直球 伝われよメッセージ
on the 渾身の一本
開けよう未来の wall
向かってく勇気いま凛々と
愛とナミダを
But how many can get down like the PJ?
Not many, if any, then here's the cables
A microphone and two turntables
So come on, show us what you got
No
and bones
and keep it low
watch what you say up on the microphone
shhhhh bequiet
touch down and get yo bitch just like a bunch of cloans
hey ma we strech
(Yeah oh-woah)
I dont know where u at babe
But I wanna be by your side
Oh yeah look in my eyes
Este flow no me queda nada mal
M4l M4l M4L
Ese flow no
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