Lyrics:
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
Cry My Name by Bloodbath
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
You will see
My burning inferno
And there is no way in your wildest dreams
of the messiah, Ty and Joe, we block all devils
Get y'all shovels, can ya dig it?
We gon' riot if y'all picket
Sign of danger, oh, we anger from my past, can't
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
A little louder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
And if by chance this is my grand finale
Bury
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
my soul today but I still gotta dump this yay making plays like junior seau Joe yeah he
In better shape hit in a new whip Joe shinning phone ring flip
a talker
And I do not have any wheels
But I am a walker
You did it first
But I put the soul in the bitch
Like Joe Cocker
She gone get by
With some help from
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
though I am a sinner
He will always be my friend
He starts in the middle and he does not have an end
And when my soul was held for ransom he's the one
got a bottle of Rose, so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the Gypsy angels go
They're built
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
being
My name is not a problem
And oh, it never will
Anyway, I like your way
People ought to be able to play
And keep your soul as black
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
you're at
Or at least it'll help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window
Janey's fingers were in the cake
I
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in
all peace like a river to my soul.
And I want to cross (I want to cross)
That chilly Jordan (chilly Jordan),
And I want to be more and more like Jesus
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
mister Cocker gonna play
Turnin' on the radio, Mary by my side
Suddenly I realised I'm just feelin allright
I step into arena, saw the clapping hands
with lyrics
Mother-F statistics they rap with metaphysics
And they yeah simplistic
They stay out as repetition
Show some recognition
Heard your album my
.jpg/300px-Jarvis_Cocker_(2012).jpg "Jarvis Cocker")
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