Lyrics:
do
Still in love with you
As I carve these words into a stone
'Cause I don't give a damn
What the critics heed
Yeah, there's a candle burnin'
I have been shut by my critics
Talked about by my scenics
Feel like my life is on this ?
Like those you see on exhibits
Puts my life on the line
the fun
Free from judgment
Let the critics tongue be tied
As we search each others eyes
For a home renewed and blessings understood
Empathy behind
truly too legit to quit
I'd like to send a shout to the fathers that didn't raise us
To every ho who hated, now unable to say much
To critics doing dirty
And this a lullaby
Come on now
You know my flow I'm in and out
Non-guilty I ain't gotta buy the trout
Couple a critics but I ain't gonna stop now
I
They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with
gotta war when there's paper to chase
The story for the glory's never without a race
I'm like an animal huntin blood, I need a taste
Can I live? Critics
love is a hurricane of hate
And God help the critic of the dawn.
So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore,
But the louder that he screams
I got the sauce inside the bag, ‘sup with that? (‘Sup with that, ‘sup with that)
Man these critics talkin’ shit, ‘sup with that? (‘Sup with that,
confuse it, critics be hating
Best album yet but give me the same rating
I'm waiting top of rap rushmore
Etched in stone runt top puns war
Unsure
a legacy I'm beneath it
I guess here's to the critics
Who never knew me no
So disown me, it's getting really boring
So give me a jumper no?
So what
it comes again
Here it comes again
Here it comes again says the critic and the spy
Here it comes again
Here it comes again
It makes no difference
on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna
united all the streets
They jailed him
Pablo fought the government so
They killed him
Probably took his bricks and brought 'em
To us to deal 'em my critics
Everyone is just a critic, a saint
So judge me if you wanna but you won't destroy me
This time let's get it started
Dying on my knees
Call me pathetic but
Stack it up, know I get paid
Switchblade, I don't give a shit aye
Know my name, care 'bout what a critic say
INF blow up that's a big bang
What's
cretins down below
All this world's gone catnip, rattlesnake bat shit
Critics eat a fat dick, vinegar and cracked lips
Citizens get it in, gimme ten
laces in my tennis shoes
I blow money on my dead homies funerals
The critics say I'm out acting a fool I'm tired of being excused I'm putting out these
fire, though
I'ma hit it and blow out his mind (Ba)
For them trenches, forever we dyin' fo'
If the critics, we ain't lyin'
Was speakin', don't look for
Eight
Straight summers they've been patiently waiting
And I'd like to thank you all for being patient
I'd like to shout out all the critics for hating
behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
You're all on my dick hun,
Get one, lick one,
Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done,
Fuck it, it's all
Changed your way of thinking way too many times
Oh god
I let it die
I let your greed decide
I let your ego thrive, you got
No critics bitchin' in the line
test him
Only two resting in heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him
Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it
But nobody in rap
Aren't flat
Then you get in
And if it starts you
Start
And it's the damndest
Movie you've ever
Seen because
You're in it
Low budget and
4 billion critics
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