Lyrics:
at computers?
I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation
I'm still on my first man on some from Zelda
Nintendo, b-, run, jump, punch,
Na ion miss the dude
I always had to lift the mood
I got baggage too but look what I produce
Promoting vegetables miss me with the bull
Lemme wind
And when you wave and walk away,
How will those first moments be
As you edge nearer to the day
When I'm no more than a memory?
If I'm second fiddle
humanoid
And if you're a clone of yourself
How many others are there just like you
How many generations of infinite copies
Will it take to produce something
Children grow and women produce and
Men go working, some go stealing
Everyone's got to make a living
L-O-X, yeah (Southside Bronx)
J Lo, yeah
I´m not the woman who carried your child
And I wasn't there when your baby first smiled
But I am the woman who raised your offspring
And I sure gave
been thinking ‘bout them thighs, and I’m itching to prove
That a strong tree trunk produces the juiciest fruit
Ooo we, ooo me, oh my
I been all around
or how to crawl
How to fall or how to crawl
Oh, why
Oh, why
First birthday or sixty candles on your cake- it does not matter
Even just the other day I
Hope Mountain
Is the place where
The girl first dawned her face
For the crowd
That was gathered
Outside her dark white cave
And then scores
crazy but you been mad since brenda had a baby (91) I'm just a offspring
Member of the 80's get surrended to a lady get offended if they play me (woo) I
Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the motherfuckers that persevered (hahaha)
I mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave
it die, it bringeth forth much fruit
Like a grain of corn that's planted into the ground
It has to die first before it can produce
But if it dies,
Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the motherfuckers that persevered (hahaha)
I mean the first motherfuckers that came in the slave
produce me
I already be doing my thing, I don't need you to use me
What are you offering? What are you offering?
I already be doing my thing, what are you
homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now
Running with my sister Jinny, schooling me like Mr. Feeny
This is the first time I heard a gunshot
Rise of the first queen
Only to dethrone the first king
That made her who she is
Wings of the fallen
A face so unholy
The horns of a ram
And charm
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
sleep
And now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer
At last! I am allowed to relax
In a bath of darkness! Just for me
First a double turn
environment hostile produce the music in me
So my style's the blend of what is and was
You could get a buzz from it, but enter too deep
And reach a summit
Game conditions say first
Produce a beat
Second to feel the heat
Third just start to flow
Fourth is earnin' money though
When I'm rappin' all you do
what'd you expected
Royal family comes first over everything
Generation wealth leave it to the offsprings
If you Married in-laws where's the wedding
of our kind
We are the ones to bring you the light
What's called home?
We will see
Wherever our offspring will rest
Awake our spark to a torch against
Coasting Thru Emotions is basically
About the first person I ever fell in love with
It was a rollercoaster for sure
You know we had some great times
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
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