Lyrics:
[Chorus: x2]
It's a must that I bust any mic that you hand to me
It's inherited it runs in the family
They said I was a head of my time or either here
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
mic switches
It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Don like Perignon
Females love the guns I be wearing
Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my
[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)]
Uh... musical clever
You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical)
Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic
lights like you got hit by Iron Mike with the right
I'm just on the mic, exorcising my rights (Uh)
Wild life, bite your windpipe
I'm not the type you
When I'm feeling lonley
Sad as I can be
All by myself
In an uncharted island
Or an endless sea
What makes me happy
Fills me up with glee
Those bones
Anytime we dey I gats to let her know ooh
She be my island queen she be my girl for life
With her by my side everything go dey alright ooh
She be my island
don't settle
My pen's the ride, on the pad, the road
Y'all must've known this is the
Way I unwind and unload
Over beats, overload, mind explodes
Stress in
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
I'm the boy who you
Reduced to tears
Dad, I'd been lonely for 27 years
Yeah, that's right
My name Rob
I'm the one
Who landed the popstar's
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself
Or if was with somebody else
You don't understand she make the
People say yeah yeah
I can put
the days of my life
Cold, dark September
When the eagle took flight
I had to stay, I had to stay
I cried a river to the empty sky
Someone deliver me by
indigenous these streets been our land
You not supposed to see death this early in the morning
If God is an American, then God must be lonely
More killed by
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that's my word
To ever single seat I smack flames
Staten Island's bayside of teachers of Elijah
Thrown out
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
let you go 'cause I know
I want you for very long (la música de Harry Fraud)
So I say
All my bitches ask me how many bitches I got (got)
Can you
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
Money like pre-algebra - multiply all day
My style cayenne pepper so I spit like Dylan
Whenever the mic gone -
Got sick and tired of asking
For shit
one mic
Some paper and a pen
so i can write
What's on my mind
Print it spit it now I'm feeling nice
No stress tonight
Can you picture a better life
Plissken
Y'all got the wrong tape by mistake
Listen to it hissin'
Crack the safe, his cake's missin'
Backs to break to take
Risk and make imprisoned
Fake
money
I'm waiting for the next fix
Out in space with her dirty tricks
Hours go by and I'm lonely, baby I'm figuring out my role
Life is a learning curve
abound, bird bones and guano UH)
If you are a strong swimmer
You can have a picnic
Where they practiced their missions
I'll cure my lonely condition
the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds
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