Lyrics:
Fans dying G they need a new release (Sheesh)
Her inner freak released
I freaked her inner she
And then she leaked I like the energy
Released her inner
Iz God real, Izeereal, Izeereal, Izeereal, Izeereal, Real G’iz, G’iz, G’iz G’iz,
Is God real, Izeereal, Izeereal, Izeereal, Izeereal, Real G
a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
garbage dump pumpkin rot
and candy apple gray
werewolf in a flower bed
perfect day for lucky guy
this song was never meant to be released
what's that
written
You gots to be kidding yo
It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence
You dense
I get locked the fuck up
Released on my own recognizance
Can't
I’m going to write, produce and record the first Eurorack symphony released on Deutsche Gramaphon
to come on liquid-filled neon magenta vinyl with
Virus and Vaccines!
Tell me Mr. Cosby did you know that Bill Gates owns the Patents to these things Genectically engineered in Wuhan Labs, then released
released, she was kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on game for the lames that
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
no mood
They never thought we'd go all in
kickin' doors over just to let my dogs in
So many rides never catch a nigga walkin'
In a G-5 tryna put
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
We got cool G Rap and Polo
Singin it is now
Rhyme Tyme
I be funky to a junkie cause
Ddism A7)
D Ddism
may be these time my
Bm G F#7
heart will find a new way
Bm F#7
to get along with me,
Bm F#7
wont play no hide and seek,
Bm G
then I'll
Yeah
Ten G mics and shit
Mics and men, books and pen
Decent rhymes, hooks and lines
One time, where do we begin?
The gritty rugged lands
Intro
Girard Studio
(True G)
Verse 1
Step into the room, feel the bass drop heavy,
Crowd goin' wild, got 'em feelin' unsteady.
I'm the Ultimate G
a vile presence, the only escape is to outrace the beast
That friendly ghost has some plans for me
I made mistakes but soon, I will be released
Escape this
numbers)
Reservation, book for three, choppin' game, sippin' tea (ayy, damn, check)
Hunnid G's (uh), new piece (yeah), houses, offer Coca leaves (ayy, ayy,
at ease
Can't wait for the day to see shyne released
This hip hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
The future is our only aim
It feels like an endless free fall
I've released my roots and the fear has gone
Honey I'm sorry that I forgot all of the words
Released from all those chains
Your peace can be obtained
I speak in heat flame
It burn till white hot
Pick boogers an flick snot
Like razor did toothpicks
Gold in my soul
Won't gleam if I can't
Be what I came fo
This rage in my soul
Released in my hate
Peace where I can't know
Where the fuck would I
Channeling all of my energy
Make sure say I dey praise properly
Broadcast am from the rooftops no be under g
Telling the whole world
Come and see
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