Lyrics:
the emcee I thought you were posed to elevate the local rap standard
Instead you went and surrendered ya self tossing the Blackbannerz
You started acting like
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
Stephen Truce turn the dial
Why you got to be like that though
'Cause when you're smiling you go down the right road
And when it's upside down that's
bounce
Creepin' like a zone creeper, reekin' like I smoke reefer
Mind reader, thought leader, no blink and never sleeper
Beat you with beat beater, EQ
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
gon' do what they do
They play you thirsty for fame, they play you Bishop for juice
Ain't no morals, no rules
Game ruthless and cruel, it's way too
need a girl, someone like you or something close
I feel like I'm walking on broken glass
'Cuz you left and it's taken me months to detach
I search for
I know you mad
I be gone on the road
You need someone late nights
That you can hold
Just wait on
If you could do that
I promise that
You get the bag
You've done it all
You said enough
You made a mistake back there
It's time like these
We could use someone
It's such a crime you see
Down by
I asked this god a question
And by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and
a macaroni
Steak and shrimp, fuck ramen and baloney
You can be lonely, or be like Pretty Tony
Don Bishop, Magic Juan, Superfly
Push a Benz, match a Lex
Why does it feel like
I just can't stop fuckin up my life
Wake Up every damn day I gotta fight
All I see is grey you say it's black and white
Don't
Freak like Giannis
I ain't going broke, how did you manage
A mexican bitch she eat me up in spanish
Getting cheese they just don't understand it
Yo money
the mask and I feel like Stephen King (yuh)
Turnt up on the block got the cops called
Jumping out windows just left the bando
Now I'm feeling like Rambo
a-snitchin'
Someone told the law
Sneaky Jim
What do you think of him
Creeping out the door?
Oh, me and the Bishop
And big Kev on the bass
Heard that
sticky by the sto'
I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
to lessons
If you want a hoop , tell him out on his ball kicks
Just know I'm kyrie shooting
Like I'm stephen
and if he talk hot I got my lethal weapon
I call
y'all, shit
Wanna see Nirvana, but don't wanna die, shit, wanna feel like Naya, don't wanna come by, fuck it, you have to mind, shit
All them boys wanna
You are called a forgiver of pain created by the Lord
You call out to heaven and to our angry friends
Of course, your dear friend does not even
to write lyrics
In a cold sweat heard magnums in my dreams my ears ring
So this time on the mic I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good
Yes, it's dark but you're not alone
(Rich Jones)
Watching the world pass by
My favorite pastime
I was going places once
I could show you how to run away
loved jobs called in
You had faith when they said they're not callin'
You understood that what we had was good
You stood by your man like a real
someone you'd love
It's a memory, it's a mystery
All the life you see, it's a benefit
What you wanna do? (Tell me now)
What you meant by that?
Did you see
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