Lyrics:
that target e yo
Cuz i know who is with me
He has promised he won't fail And his plans for me for sure prevail
He said call upon my name and You'll never
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
about my name
The Gushers and Glue got immaculate taste
Feel like a Martian I'm in outer space
Trust me this album is well worth the wait
Watch how I run
guess
But don't get me wrong, we have few names to respect
Yesterday it was a hobby, nothing serious planned
Feels like I was walking by the rap and he
but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss
singer drops an album
Ta la kpe ta lon dahun gan
And if dem say dem dey find
The realest of its kind
Tell the person searching that you found one
Teslim
She was talking about how people don’t make albums anymore.
Jack Frost.
Juxx.
I keep dreaming, more than human
R. U. S. T. E.
I keep dreaming,
don't ready know
Bitch its like my fifth side project
You mad bro?
Got three jobs, still no benefits
How's it feel to get treated by a novice
Three
I hate hits
Man I hate singles
I'd rather listen through the album
Sip pop with ham and Pringles
Get all the little tingles that you get the first
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
I can tell, yeah
Mmm, it's us
I can tell niggas jelly by the way they look
Pray to God my Glock don't jam, Lord knows I don't hook
Pull up
Peace to Jack tripper and those Wellstone bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks
Instead I got an army full of women screaming
watch 'em all
Jack the Ripper, Jack, Jack the Ripper
Peace to Jack tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had
the brother with a cousin name
Or a peak before his come up came
I know the game
Same shit that had Pac in the tub with the chain, switchin' lanes
Came in
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uh, give it to y'all, in "Any Given Sunday"
With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right
it reigns hot
Making necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazing
Not for
on the web, yo car is on E
I just popped a perc and mixed it with lean
Don’t make me mad, pop at ya spleen
I feel like Charlie, last name sheen
Got a hunnid
L-O-V-E
Tell me what it is that you see in me
I know these bitches hate these niggas envy
I wont let em do it
These bitches boring
But I love my
'86 in a le tigre short sleeves
Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up
From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt
100 niggas rush the door with
'86 in a Le Tigre short sleeves
Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up
From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt
100 niggas rush the door with
barefoot I feel better
That Regina fucking Spektor is a name
I'll never be ashamed to drop (Go Regina)
I saw that little weirdo walk
Into the open mic
Sit
Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the underground champion
Of the world he goes by the name MGK
And his flow is timeless
Uh, I let it breathe a lil
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
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