Lyrics:
man, I love dude
Die to flesh, I'm going deep, ain't wear no earrings for like 3 weeks
Wait forgive me, I just lied, it been a month and 3
Lost desire
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance
The funk
that's how this Whole thing began. Curiosity
Well, the rated G version Of the Bible was that Eve Broke the commandment. She was told not to look Upon this
high or valley ever deep enough
to keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
I know who I am, and Sam I ain't
I'll never fake the funk, I won't
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
hitting that,
She send it back,
She drop it low,
We about to blow.
Me and N-E-dash-Y-O yo girl know.
She so Ciara,
So eve,
So Mariah,
So Be,
She so
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me
the man.
Here's a memory to share, here's a memory to save
Of the sudden early ending of command
Yet a part of you and a part of me is buried in his
soul
I reached my goal
I'm forever changing
Looking for a better version of myself
Shaped by people I met on my way
I kept walking alone on the road
Met
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
coming back it seems
Radioactive matter passing by me rapidly
Imagining a star cruiser, whipping through the galaxy
Crash landed, fathered Adam and Eve in
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(Uh)
You Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Never Know Right?)
Cuz
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villain, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass
bleed from the weed I been smokin.
Keep walking son, I keep the song hostile
Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile
Way too deep, my block legendary
walking son, I keep the song hostile
Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile
Way too deep, my block legendary
Many MC's tried to creep and got buried
He
swell with terrors
To banish man and Eve
Another fall from grace
Whiplashed from the gates
Half naked and insane
Full blooded, breasted
Nerve ends tested
Go ahead baby go ahead baby
Go ahead baby go ahead baby
The few that knew had reason
Enough to be worried
Terrified by the righteous king
And his
let you go
Bye-ey-ey
Let me walk right on by
You didn't even try to know my name
You let me slip right there by
You didn't eve try to know my game
Ca she loves dat dicky dicky
Dat
Dat
Dat
Dat
To the point she's deep throating
Nice little beat I ain't no Adam and she ain't no Eve
Dick she
Deep in my heart
But not in the chest
Undress me like a tragedy
Strand by strand by thread
And all the versions
Of me on the outside
Silencing my
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