Lyrics:
composing ten
*Tiny glass animals stand on my desk
Music will blow them away
I have a desease. I am down on my knees
Wrapped up n bandages, weightless
Look
or count to ten.
Don't take advice, don't ask me when.
Just come my way, simply kiss me and say:
Hands up, baby, hands up, ...
With your head up in
overcome hurdles like Edwin Moses
Everything is planned, but no one knows this
I never go broke, since I don't sweat that
I make moves like a man on X
Intro/Chorus: repeat 4X
"Chilllllllll" --> LL Cool J
"cause I'm so smooth" --> Rakim
"I make the girls strip naked and just give it here" -->
by your message
It's funny I haven't noticed for a while
My next door neighbour has the nicest smile
If I remember her name I'll never forget her
room at the Holiday Inn again
Well, maybe next year
Or, when
December 24th, ten PM eastern
Standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved nickels
to Spartacus
When he balls his fists around the swords he lifts with the force of a horses kick
Multiplied by the reason why god exists, and makes Thor his
my pocket, stuffed like stocking bust a thread in 'em
If they play with me then it's no sleep, go send the head hitter
Nine times out of ten this F&N
(The First of Seraphs in Anguish Bereaved)
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson 11/3 - 1996, edited & rearranged 5/10 -1998 and 20/7 - 1999)
Lucifer:
allowed by me
'cause I don't got time to play
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique
that'd make it the death of two
Some'n I ain't really pressed to do (Ehh)
They say I ramble on these sixteens
My mind is too scrambled to be pristine
But
steez
or a rental just to fl ex the keys, I get it
by any means, want your neck to freeze
feed your greed with your endless needs, we get it
that you
me
I don't say I'm lucky
I jus say don't trust me
I'm all by myself
And I dare yall to rush me
The car smell like weed
And I can't find the spray
Put
(It's Danny G, bitch) ayy, ayy
(Primo Beats on the track) ayy, ayy, ayy
Real Jack Man, twenty-five Pros before ten
Real Scam Man, 25K off four BINs
gon' lie, if you ain't us, boy
You lame as fuck wild 'N Out
Stay with the cannon like I'm Chico Bean
If you ain't gang thеn
It's fuck you, bitch, i'm
niggas tryna plead his case
Bro'nem inna killing they want opp pack In that za today
Li kee jus pulled up with that printer scamming that's 10k a day
Don't
be ndu oo
K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo
K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo
Uhh traffic is jammed at the city exits
Sun is going down its ten minutes to six
you'll take the GRE
I'll do Such Amazing Thrusting that you'll Get Ready for Ecstasy
Holy S!
I'll bust an N on your chest
You know my D is the best
spitt shit that'll make you think
Puttin myself at a higher rank
Ain't tryna make my soul sink
Shit gotta defeat the whole purpose
Bein surrounded by
ludzie na refrenie
Kiedy stoję na tej scenie
Ej dzięki fanom tu istnieję
Moja muzyka przelewam ten przekaz codziennie na kartki
Znają mnie młodzi i starsi
W marketach kolejki bezdomnemu kołąpie z ręki
Stoję nikt nie ma pojęcia że wymyślam refren tej piosenki
W kieszeni nie wiem czyja Salt'n'Pepa very
bitch, I been in there
Doggy need some money on his books, I might put ten in there
Glizzy in the backpack, paunch that F&N in there
Bitch, quit
Emanować tylko złem
Wyrzec się własnego syna jak dureń 50 Cent
Wciąż rościć pretensje odbierając innym tlen
Jak ten co mu nie pyknął jego wymarzony sen
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