Lyrics:
A rapper? I'm an artist
I just rap for fun but
Still do it the hardest
How I started was a baby given
Birth to by the Carters
2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my
Yeah ah back to that old shit!
For all you fake ass teachers out there
Aiyyo Kris break this shit up!
The type of lyrical terrorism I present
thing like
The Starry Skies,
And you'll like it when you find out what he's got
In the backyard,
By the parking lot.
Hey Baby, you're my favorite
in surround sound
And you're in black in white
I'll take you home but ill kick you out
By the end of the night
Cause I'm a punk rock chick (punk rock
the hours, as I pour you and you sip from mine
When I'm with you, what's real is out of mind
Dreaming is binding, stay close to me as we redefine
I want take the time out to give a shout out
To everybody that's been helping me
To get where I'm at today
All of the people that been mentoring me
The Reaper rip me
Got to stay
Witty in the city
That be showing no pity
And when I die
I want my name on a wall
By Eminem, Tupac Shakur
And Biggie Smalls
And I
I'm still too country for my radio
Too small town for the big show
I punch out at five and guess where I go
Same ol' bar down the same ol' road
out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug
a cocksucker
Walk inside the club and dodge his punch boy i'm a opp ducker
Boy I'm a opp ducker
Ugh Uhh
I got these new jeans on they by true religion
I had
Flat-Top Ó 1990 Lyrics: Russ Zimmer / Ian Cannon
Composer: Russ Zimmer
Performed by: 55 Alive
Verse 1:
Out
the Eminem show
And than I took off
First album that I had in my possession played that since then no second guessing
What an real young age to learn
Eminem, I rap this with my eyes closed
Got shit send it in, cuz I'm ready for the side note
Cashing out get in the line because I'm always ready
Ready
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
out what pitch this in
Pull up a seat then I punch me in
Wish you was us now you punching air
This one unmatched so I don't wan mix
Got my last never
Punch me in the heart you don't know how that felt
Shout out y'all with the right plan
I'm hoping y'all know it's the right plan
I'm hopping straight
he least suspects
We'll creep up behind him, so hard to detect
We'll bring out our anchor by the light of the stars
And shove it inside of his big
And call that shit a punch line
These niggas e-beefin', that's ain't what war's about
Ain't nothing dying but the game put her organs out
These niggas
The aftermath rendered in greyscale
The bigger picture of a harmonious existence
Bleached out by a supernova
Wading in the ink well
To see if true colors change
I smoke good like a Rastaman
All around me, I'm on point like a octogon
I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating
Until my belly stick out as far
melody
Symphony by me will be your synchrony
Venturing out in search of my prophecy
In the end, I'll be your life's glossary
After I die, my voice will be
man
I've heard time it can be cruel
When you find out who you are
Living by your own rules
In a big wide world
and hockey in case I had to clear up
Pardon the stereotype, I'm just ignorant
Thinking how I got here, I was put on by Eminem
And Jay-Z, hip-hop culture
Dropped out of summer school, you were done being
Outclassed by the homework, heathens and rebels
So you waited for me down in the corner
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