Lyrics:
You can't keep me down
The beast brand is strong
To each man, his own
For every Tameka Mallory in the cold hand o' Jones
Get up like Jayla Rose so
the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggas
Scratch out*
"Getting dusty in the cellar"
[Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]
I don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals
Where 99.9% swear by
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
to your asshole, by stickin a dick in it"
[Motion Man]
They looks at my styles, like a crackhead does upon a rock
and pipe to get hype, I got 'em dirty
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
sorta mean
With the cream of the crop, Chubb Rock will never stop
showin his intelligence quotient, things are potent
Prime time rhymes that's floatin
He made the house he built a home
Heart to heart
And stone by stone
After all this time
It still stands
He's a brick and mortar man
He was my
grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house
of the wind
You know too much to ever lose
And not enough to win
Though you built your house upon the rock
And not upon the sand
You're still looking out your
worry, but he knew that together they could find a solution.
Drawing upon his creativity and problem-solving skills, Sammy devised a plan. He suggested
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
gettin' more clearer
Outta the era
It's like this
We keep you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man from the House
the rhyme or the crime or the Gucci sweater
The house that's built on a rock can stand the weather
Faith, can stand the weather
But is your house, upon
it's all they've got
They work
(Then there's the) Marriage on the rocks, they're just trying to work it out
They'd built up a fairytale life, with three
Rock and C.L. Smooth comin' atcha
When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
My right hand Poppa doc I see (woo)
Took me from a boy
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
see my wife again
The house has been run over by fair-weather friends
Who don't give a damn about me
Because
Poor Odysseus
Is lost on this blackened
had no flaw
Everywhere he travelled
People loved him and they sought him
His name was Muhammad
Yeah we say Peace Be Upon Him
This man, loved by all
He
Buster Jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat
So he shakes her out and he built him a loop and he lassoed up the devil's hind feet
[
a new plan
Sold off His rock and built your house on the sand
The sunset was pretty
You were feeling alright
Til the wind started blowing
In the middle
hit like Serena
A storm came like Katrina
But my house built on a rock not venus
When you chosen it get lonely
I'm pulled to lean on God
Better than
was the echo from the shot
Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock
Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
New York,
In the house now owned by the
Only son
Who's family's curse now fell upon
The Hands of a boy who had no one
Knowing his future he has to run
Away
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