Lyrics:
tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAQ, IBM, the big honcho on the block
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane
Fuck
on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (back)
I rock the microphone, kill the M-I-C
I get happy as I wanna be
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
Chorus [U-God] 2x
RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
BRAWL FALL
Uh uh
I was at rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems
Reincarnation of a slave pickin' cotton
Stress beamin' down like the sun I felt rotten
The pain was sharpened by the broken rocks and mud
Terrifying shouting escaping cadaver's hug
Hearing poem far and near by the death judge
#
Are you
Say we just gone pop out rock out we getting lit for the day
We bring in the block out the cops out go sit with your mammy and stay
This beat
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory, my hardcore
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
visit.
Yeah I'ma rock them drawers.
A-heh.
Yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness I asked you to do?
I made those deposits.
Okay
of getting cash money by earning it
No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back the focus
Skills if you notice my position is lotus
Now quote this, MC's are just
line
Do the Honky Tonk Hip Hop
It's so cool you'll never stop
We're doin' the Boot Scoot and the Electric Slide
Country boogie really can rock
So bring
Grandpa would rise every morning
Get out to the fields by dawn
Pioneers plow the earth and rain
Rock-a-bye the seed and all the life it brings
[This is the 1827 version of The Lake by Edgar Allen Poe]
In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not
Breaking down bricks, servin them rock by rock
He's everything a young gun want to grow up to be
But if only these young guns could see
That murder, money,
rock to a good girl bass line
Bring the cheapest wine
Party rock and lose our minds ‘cause
I just want you by my side, I just want you by my side
Look
weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about
Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks (excuse me)
Words in my right then pass my left ear
Your
you need, so we got
GREEN: Come 'n' rock-a me now
Come and teach your teacher how
Come 'n' shock-a me now
Gonna show the people how (c'mon bring me
then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big
Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo
Most heated battles, I've blasted MCs
Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees
Wu entered on the level where
brag how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
In a Lex, watchin' Kathie Lee and Regis
My
done
When I find that I have to run
Lyrics to music by the King of Swing, The 45 King
The words we bring I write, and sing
Cause I am Latifah, the Queen
Well come with me to a place by the sea,
If your ship breaks down, you can always find me,
And Dirty J chillin' underneath the shady tree,
Our fans
there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Codename Sensei, I live what my pen
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