Lyrics:
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
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
dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album, kid, you'll see all the flicks
But no! You'd rather feel my movie just to cold me
So I was boning
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!
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year
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
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
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all
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
came from, you think you the man!
I gave you money, then when your second album dropped
Dubbed you with bad reviews, low sales, and this was the plot
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
the imagination of a generation
New humans inherit the earth
They are the masters
Protected by Bobaflex
All throw your blasters
(hu- hail)
Now if you
[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
white hope
Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope
Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack
soak first
Before you knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't
Hello
And welcome to The Everglow by Mae
You are now listening to the audio portion of the album
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Please open
compositions
With lots of pictures
An album full of mental photographs
And sorted similes
Back between the documents
Of dowries and pedigrees
Hip-Hop is like my
Save your best moves. It gets weird
Billions of cops, smoke and mirrors
Carrying creed cards we all race for death
Hope to be saved by our next
my album
And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or valiums
I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke
I'll be goin
the day
But by the night I'd need two AKs
A couple of sets of extra clips
And some ham sandwiches
The po-pos know me
And their used to my shananagans
I run
shot your album cover
I've the right patience, to your shit dictation
Then commence domestic mc word castration
Like excelles effects from a psychadelic
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