Lyrics:
on the thrown, I am the latest
I am the bravest, go toe to toe with the giants
I ain't afraid of you niggas, I'll end up fading you niggas
'Fore it's all said
So we takin' over it
You can rap all you want and sing
But I'm runnin' things
I'm forever makes you want to scream
Cause I'm the one and king
talkin' all that trash
(you the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Girl, you walk by
I see your silhouette, a sirens cry
I should talk now
And sound intelligent like “Oscar Wilde”
So, what about I take you
Riding
Well easy don't worry all you life away
You saying a lot of prayers to the devil I say, I say
Jah live, Jah live
So then me go so then...
Crimbo (arrrgh)
(Hee hee) Ho Ho Ho, I'm a bad Mo'for
I got presents y'all but they two by two
They closed the shop so I got time for you
Super Funky
we both going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not
Senile
And we see the symptoms there in your
Now I know Your all I need
So how could I repay
I'll start the day by taking time to say thank You for…
Chorus (2Xs)
Giving me one more chance
Giving
IM BORN TO BE A STAR! poses i need some fans
Sings we are the crowd we are c-coming out
Got my flash on it’s true
Need that picture of you, it’s so
you, uh
Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks
Then I turned to a dirty look, uh (meow)
Ayy, why your cat lookin' at me sideways?
"Sing to her"
the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Those were the days,
on everything, he in my DM's writin' albums (brr)
Better hold your nigga tight, 'fore I make you come up off him
Say two wrongs don't make a right, but I
on the wall and I'm still dope
I'm just trying to show the people that there's still hope
You buy a album and we serve up a meal bro
The label's like "That's
parlay, say all we do is parlay
Got Maybachs on they block and a watch, tanktop, two chains
Snapbacks and cargos; them racks I got carloads
My flow
the casa, your god exists
'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the best at what I do
After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
Yeah, 50 i make it feel brand new
Yes they tell me
You make me feel brand new, ha ha
Fuck with me, yeah
It go one for the money, two for the dough
This is soul Therapy you see
My Gs won't you come and sing with me
Ladies on the scene looking pretty as can Be
I feel like this is my soul therapy
Wishing you all the best
From the Hotel Last Resort
I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves
Boa, soul'd out, collabo, for what?
Yeah, alright, part two, get inside the groove, c'mon, we all for ya
まわれ まわれ メリーゴーラウンド
もう けして止まらないように
One more try
We have too far to stop, now
Yeah, Dilla
One more try
It is all that we have now
Two DJ's, one microphone
We freestyle, we write
on now
As we proceed, to give you what you need (yeah)
You know I like it when your body goes (bump, bump, bump)
Bad Boy, B2K
Yo O, talk to 'em, playa
here marching?"
Thinking if they can't, how can I breathe?
Thinking that they chant, what do I sing?
I want to take a stance 'cause we are not free
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