Lyrics:
applying yaself, go get Ya man purse
Grown men Cosmothots you Know i got work
Diesel Head up n this shxt, now Watch yall neck jerk
When the beat drop, pop ya
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
powder
People hangin' in spots
They waited 'til the blocks got hot and got raided by the cops
I'll explain, the man sleepin' in the rain
His whole life
inferno
Spin da track phenom ill be the CD-ROM Burner.
Rap's immortal tutor wack MC's bout to learn it
OH MY GOD The spirits talking
My back broken tryna
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
to keep wit the changin time 101 dalmations on ur cd rom
c me im tryin to pretend i knoe on my pc where that cd go
but yo aint nottin promised 1 day ill be
shoulders daily!
I'll make you dinner when you come home from work!
I'll play you james blunt songs from a cd!
Let's buy a car!
I'll make you
communtiy service is pickin paper up
If the drought end its glocks and mad men
Tracks and glass mixed wit a macs and mac10s?
I play the playpens and
Stayed in
a laughing track this life is a sitcom, and it's out of date like the CD-Rom
I think it's time we all upgrade take off the masquerade and show our smiling face
definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with
to the same old cds
This is for the kids in the clubs and the street
Talkin' 'bout you work three deity
Get on the dance floor where the music is free
Sonnin' niggas they got different moms
Put my life all on a CD-rom
& I'll evolve just like a Digimon
You'll never know what he sees
saw a bunch
out
Like a cd rom
Or lil durk lookin
Like a uncle tom
Rest in piece's
For killin von
See ya on the outside
Show em what im talkin bout
See ya
in love
And I want to stay alive
Want my children's children to survive
I'm in love I'm in love
I'm in love I'm in love
Peeping Tom with a CD Rom
get on
They did wrong, more spins than a CD-ROM
The dick long
From a distance they can see me calm
I'm headstrong, more influence
Than Lele Pons, koran!
bombs.
A lot who didn't came back uncle Toms
We go back to the days of CD Rom
Cut them buffoons off if I plan to stay armed.
My whole crew informed
from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
value him it's most upfront in
Songs like 2013's "Lil Nigga Snupe
" a chilling track inspired by
The murder of the
18-year-old Louisiana rapper
Lil Snupe,
the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
High, every time that we hit up our
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
on the track]
My name is Arthur Cook, I'm the Union superintendent,
Where I represent the interests of ye's all.
And I listen to you men as you talk about
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