Lyrics:
my success is
One part pain and suffering
Two parts brains and hustling
Sprinkle it over Hi-Tek production
We bubbling like volcanic eruptions
You
Mase, Dove and me
And that's the magic number
(What does it all mean?)
Difficult preaching is Posdnuos' pleasure
Pleasure and preaching starts in
I couldn't plead insanity because I'm just as sane as anybody else
It's just the world
I see what you mean
I couldn't plead insanity
It's just
Tell Me music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
1991, 2018 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2018 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights Reserved
Freedom And Liberty music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2011, 2017 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2017 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights
and youse a nigga
Don't mean I'm bigger, it simply means I'm smarter
For starters, I come at you poetically harder
De automatic, get de automatic
down on your knees
As individual entities
Do visions keep you up at night?
Closed eyes don't mean you're out of sight
Coz I see
Strange dreams, dreamers
I think I make no sense then you say
You know what I mean
CHORUS
So I look to you
Cos for all I know you are tomorrow
Holding on today
And I look
faces sent from up above
Bombs burst, fireworks, big production thing
I'm talkin' horns and string, orchestration is my love
So don't you have no doubt,
he mean?
What do you mean, detained?
(Ho, ho, ho) Benny, shit
Dudes, I'm on my way
(Great, fuck) I need the rent
(What rent?) This past year's
Nothing plainer
He is clearly quite insane
Where is she?
You mean Carlotta? I mean Miss Daaé
Where is she?
Well, how should we know?
I want
in the air
Liquor on the floor
Production kept low
RZA mindset, keep it cutthroat
I feel like Yeezy I turned to a monster
Blank pages cause I am
the fake, hit them niggas like weight
Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my, production
Y'all niggas guess
She don't need an introduction
She ain't gonna stop production
She's gonna make you feel a suction
She's got the weapons of mass destruction
nightly
Louie be carry on, I travel lightly
Promoters throw me OZ's
They think of us highly
If I'm in it that mean it's custom prolly
Plus my ho exotic
me
You won't play no Public Enemy
You ain't playin no Boogie Down Productions
You ain't tryin to represent the black community
You just carin about
Let me fix my glasses
Yessir
Carmine on the production
Always true to myself whenever I'm standing on my toes
All that matters in this world is how
means somethin that's gonna keep me up and turn
me on)
Well, I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop
(Glocko Pop?)
Yeah, Glocko Pop
(Oh, I love that
yeah,
I'd like to make a request, yeah, I wanna hear somethin' digital, oh yeah
That means somethin' that's gonna keep me up and turn me on
Well, I got
Mass production
For luxury
Codependant
Society
For convenience
We sacrifice
Destroy the planet
For the fruits of life
We all dreamed of utopia
Now
Holding On To You music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2014, 2017 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2017 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights
of a feather, flap and fold and be together
No matter what your whatever, endeavor, find us better
You mean he, she, them, him, those and others
Let's kill
together son your beef is mines
Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
Know wha'mean, Hav, situation like this
Another war story from
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
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