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69 Chevy

Robert Ross

Sleight of Hand

2002

69 CHEVY
By Robert Ross
Spoken Intro: I got a gas guzzling, oil burning, water boiling, smoke belching, money sucking, gut wrenching, corroded heap

Where Miles Davis cuttin loose wit the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on they in heaven found peace atlast

graduates are searching for job
They studied so hard and get no reward
Poverty is drawing their name in the mud
Day by day dey kneel down and pray to God

4.

right by the store
Off the meds  I can't even sleep and I can barely breathe
I'm having motion think I got more paper than a magazine

With this rapping

the lettuces (Yeah)
She love my tunes now I'm all in her crevices (Fft, fft)
Yeah, too many bands
Come on ladies, that's too many hands
No time for randoms, I

digging the ditches, I'm chasing millions motherfucker
Two bands on my feet cause your boy a big stepper
AMG, I ain't fucking with the other letters
Flow

in the sand and on an island
Tryna turn a gold plaque to a platinum one
I may learn from the legends but this boy is one of one
People saying I should

on
I gotta blow
So you are history
Why I'm doing better by myself
It ain't no mystery
Really ain't no way
I'll ever fall
Destined for victory, ah
When I

fucked up, my life's a interlude
Pretty sure I held my pride, if I can't die, like, what got into you?
People pushing on my whip now, hip now
I just

at a time, I'ma conquer this fear
Anxiety's a foe, but my voice rings clear

I won't be defined by the worries in my head or my mind
I know that I'm not gonna

built my house sittin' calm by a lake just for you to tear it down, I know that you hate
We ain't workin' no minimum wage
How the fuck you hatin', if you

of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey 
like that band that steppin over dead people
It's like

I'm here you at risk cuttin out distractions 
Got the people listening around the atlas

Rollin up with a pack of my dawgs
Talkin my talk but walkin my

Uh, uh
They know 
Know, when you jump in this street shit
It's like you're guilty by association, nigga (right, right, right, right)
Uh, uh, uh,

kpor don dey off their sirens e
Fuck fashion we been stylin 
Couple hot headed niggaz in my band wagon
In high school I used to sit at the back
With all

producin' for different people
J-Bizzy, J-Bru, Spesh K, Bonshah and anyone lookin' for beats
Eventually I started to group with 
Who I thought were some

Ain't turning back
(Hey)
Now that I'm back on track yea
You can take my word for it
(Put a couple bands on that)
And I don't plan on letting people deter

Stone Throwers
Forced to go toe-to-toe, blow for blow
In a war zone with only stones to throw
Vilified by all sides
Vilified for small crimes

the mic out the box
In this rhythm, with my band I will rock
I spit it hot like the hellhounds from COD
Nina from full metal’s your only dog
With my league

To blow everybody's house cause I
Compose like a drum
You march bands are invalid
This the fucking goofy ballad
Sushi salad with my uzi splattered
Gooey

Skrt off in a urus all by myself
Made it alone I never needed help
Got love for the three's over them you get kilt
Dissin' the gang you get put

friends, I got brothers
And that's the purpose, I don't care about no thotties by the top

But I used to give that bitch away, you woulda had to call

on my pants now
It's held up by bands
(It's held up by wait)
People keep talkin don't know what to say
Hear all the chatter not showin' they face
Only

fans

I just made a band, I call it bank, cause it’s me, myself and I yeah

I’m yo daddy bitch, you a little Stan

You shoulda ran

When you had