Lyrics:
rhyme...
Check it out on the one, two, three...
Standin' 5'11", and I'm almost 6 feet
18 years old, rock a new beat
Got no nickname, stay the cool sane
the sirens of the factories
do not stop dreaming
and having hope
because the future
belongs to you
Because the future belongs to you! (chorus)
Because
Drop it like it's hot
Cookin up this track
Like I'm cookin in a pot
Now look at what I got
Givin every single word up in this rap
High thought
So I
Beat after beat, take after take
Grind for respect, I ain't thinkin bout breaks
Fast forward a minute, now ain't no limits
Gotta set a bar, lame niggas
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie
Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
Off to work we go
In the weapon factory
I'm on a super high
Shooting through my life on a superbike
Too precise inciting mcs
Into their suicide
Do
rhyme...
Check it out on the one, two, three...
Standin' 5'11", and I'm almost 6 feet
18 years old, rock a new beat
Got no nickname, stay the cool sane
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
feelin' manly and you say it's comin' in handy
Slidin' my claws from New York down by N. Virginia
Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter
Total
different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we
since 11 cut my teeth and I was cuttin' all these classes
I just wanna give em classics
You can’t beat me I got technical tactics
All these haters
Ennis Minnie moe
Catch a cracker by the toe with a hoe
But If sex sold
I'd be gold with ease
How I'm fucking with these
Rappers on beats
In a minute I'm
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
panels to the ring of a unifying blood pact
Broken in by reckoning that greed and money was the right track
So I fly into the night
Astral project
to hang or link, my future man I'm gambling
My handle really handling, full speed traveling
Focused on the tracks now the tracks need a following
Homie saw
Older brother one of my best friends
The near future, might buy him a Benz
Get along real well like a chain link fence
Playin Halo 3, he is the best
doesn't fit
Played along with every song
But the tracks were never writ
So I started skipping kickbacks
And ditched all the benefits
Knowing time will take
and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this sh-
I'm coming to get that quarter back
Like
don't work in the beat, I'm like a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, it's like they outta rock
No publicity stunts before the album drop
What
빨리 다 데려가 달려라 ambulance
목적진 신촌 Severance
주치의는 beats by Dr.Gray야
다시 또 가져와 난 불꽃 119 수록곡처럼 불법 uh
조명이 꺼져도 숨 쉬어 그녀와 같이 타고 있어 suck my uh
사랑 노랠 부를까 봐
Or you'll have to pick it up by 11
Wait a minute I got a meeting at 6
I can't pick it up by 7-ish
Therefore I must pick wait until tomorrow
Go to my man
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
facts to speak
The way I get this cash you'd think I'd print it like a factory
Yes I run this shit
It's too easy like a track to me
I got some people that
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