Lyrics:
album bout to chart like school, the Black Bart Simpson, dude
Aren't we all Care Bears we do more then stare
We spill tea everywhere, let's play how to be
let the music travel through you
Release all your hesitations
This ain't an album, this is a tape
Mixed by me in the living room
Don't care if it don't
nigga, you know drop albums while working overtime?
Old relationship, bad habits fading the nine to five
If I'ma go get it, ima get it, live it until I die
sage
Who said I ain't on a roll
All my albums gourmet or Adobe in the sun or a jewel To your day
As long as women like it
I don't give a fuck what yall
and livin large
The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads
At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R
You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he
out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
Now there's
M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net
Signed the dotted line but didn't read through the costs
(When your album sits on the desk) "That's when ya lost!"
Followed your label's notion no
hate me just by my appearance
You motherfuckers can't be serious, ayy
I shoot dice, yeah, gamble with my life, yeah
No invites, yeah, keep my circle
cryin, pullin on my cape
Massive meltdown, bring the red tape
Back up victims who caught the vapes
New lp, time to make papes
Get the album
it's Jonny hanging by his neck all those metal
Albums have led him to his death
Now it's time for parents to open ears and listen maybe it's too late
Radio speaker: (not on album version)
Welcome to the radio show: young, free and single!
We got a good show lined up for you, let's have our first
to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'
and on your ass saying, "Oh my God"
You gotta watch for your birthday and wrote a half a album
Worth of rhymes like you little wheeze, little nigga please
Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
Listen...
[Verse 1:]
I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
Die before my album drops never sell a mill
Die
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
large checks
Casue we skiddly-dip-dip-do-dep dip dip for effects
Brothers think I'm dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album
magic, eh? It's coming in.
Well, that's like...
It's like it was sung by angels.
Hey, hosehead.
Yeah, what?
Guess what?
What?
It's over!
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
The second album full of same old songs
Fighting back against a system which is cruel and wrong
Yet another battering ram against a wall of power
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
a book by Morrish
Misread smiles and summer promise
Intervening love between the years
Has made me understand
I'm glad Naomi turned me down
Soon will be
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Album: The Movement
Title: It's Like That
feat. DJ Kay Slay
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Yeah, this that brand new Rebel
to your man
When you open what you open mouth covered by your other hand
Brother its the first time that you heard, second time that you played
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