Lyrics:
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry
He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan
Things got
time to take a hike
cuz i grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dike
i got rhymes to keep you enchanted
produce a smokescreen with the funky green
push-button homes.
Oh, happy day, when all the cells conform
And the exceptional becomes the norm,
When from a test-tube we produce gargantuas or gnomes,
Ottawa has their Parlament
and MPs in the news
and its kinda like their hockey team
they talk a lot but don't produce
there not the brightest either
I
the treble, two for the bass
She's got nut all over her face
Kick kick it
Slow is the tempo, and Ren is gonna flow
As I produce and illustrate you to a ho'
how to sing
Teach a couple lessons bout what adulthood can bring
Then you take a man
And teach him how to spit
Make a couple beats then just produce
Tu sabes quiénes somos
Afrokings baby
Dímelo Alonso, ah studios
Alonso da silva, ray brown baby
Ray brown produce
Venezuela baby
Cómo de siente,
feel important
She's imported from the same place I been before
cll the fruits in the produce
Is how I hit the store
When we get home
She lay down and I
and pockets with
No money to produce
Surprised I am still in a desert
Surprised I'm staring at you
And everywhere the mud speaking
Of this crazy stage
produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point, his tear ducts ran dry
Grew to be a man, it all hit the fan
Things got bad
a breathtaker
I produce AKA the undertaker
You wanna come down to
The underground old school?
Here's a shovel, can you dig it, fool?
Can you dig it? We can dig
a
Microphone one of the
Most talented producers to ever
Produce music, fashion
Art one of the most prolific
People to ever speak on
Behalf of his thoughts
back and see who really shapes the culture
A brood of vipers, coons, jackals, rats, and vultures
Instead of spurring kids to produce like agriculture
it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know
Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy
Poppin' like
Don't want the beef if it ain't rare enough
Police scared of us
Propaganda and hysteria
What's in the dairy truck
Crops and produce sprayed in fairy
Morgellons in your kosher food
What the fuck is even kosher food?
Third generation crops won't produce
Be careful who you keep close to you
I'm from
Don't need the tea, baby, I got the juice
You wanna hang, baby, I got the noose
I got the Ace, baby, I got the deuce
I gotta beat baby like I produce
introduce
Corrientazos eso le produce
Le gusta el violeta como el syrup que yo me bebo
Ella dice que yo soy su jevo
Que me singa mejor que a su jevo
En
him or killin' babies
I'm a New Jerz' Devil, the street, creative rebel
Only got one, shot to produce on every level
This is bags I must, go
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
produce threats, tecs
The underworld sweat when I rep for my set
I pull out tecs and let wet, ice drip
Froze on my neck, explode when my 2G whip correct
the soil with a stone
Blade plow
And he kept so busy he never had time to
Do you harm
Then he'd take his produce and all that milk
And go into town and trade
speed it up, and make it last
And I could audition for this, and I could be part of the cast
And I could produce for your future, I could co-direct your
serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to,
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