Lyrics:
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
Prick by a thorn
Grab that bitch by the horns
Them niggas Jeffin, I been working on my form
My grass greener
My bitches meaner
My focus strong
Every day smoke the loudest
I get packs in by the ounce, I just blaze
And I got tings from back in the day
Still ringing me down, I'm on stage
But I
time, my time,
Fly high, real high
I'm airborne, when I shouldn't be
Get ready, crash landing
I don't play, this shit ain't a game to me motha
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
to melt into your shirt
It's a lot
Is there something we're missing?
We go out with our friends
And we sit, by the Thames
Going fishing
I don't
Erika way
Erika
Erika way
Erika ver weg van my
Sê my is jy
Ook verslaan?
As ons nog kon raak
Sou ons weer opstaan?
Ek dink ek ken nog die pad
Tot by jou
I'd packed my bags by ten past six
Subscriptions paid and sent
Through the fields to the landing strip
I'll always wonder what you meant
Diamonds
(Termina ya
no la hagas mas
no es un álbum conceptual
solo hazlo y ya)
Termina ya
no la hagas mas
no es un álbum conceptual
solo hazlo y ya,
otro
bugging you seeing the swarm
If you not with it you're drowned by us all
Spitting like iroh you finna get burn
Bragging and stacking that is my new norm
track now I win
Going back landing on the moon wit my rocket ship
Yeah wit my rocket ships landing wit my damn self
By my damn self
Man I’m feeling
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
In sanity is a project, with mixture of stories of my life
It's based on my personal issues over the years
The twenty years just gone by
I feel like
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
Daddy Domingo presents
Harvey Heretic and The Emaculate Concept Album
I don't think I'm worthy to be loved by you
Although I was given blessings in
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
I hope you have a nice landing
Float so you dont fall
Fly with who you ran with
Answer your call
I hope you have a nice landing
Float so you dont
that ain't make believe
Cuz when you think about it, we're surrounded ain't we?
Can't sleep, on the fact we're all connected
That's represented by our
an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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