Lyrics:
time to say my prayers
Cos Vbuqs said we gotta meet by 3 sharp
And Chris Kester just called about his art
Young Ben and Leo asking where their beats are
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in search of his unique sound and production. Many of his tracks have been used by true independent artists and requested by music directors for
in search of his unique sound and production. Many of his tracks have been used by true independent artists and requested by music directors for
in search of his unique sound and production. Many of his tracks have been used by true independent artists and requested by music directors for
in search of his unique sound and production. Many of his tracks have been used by true independent artists and requested by music directors for
in search of his unique sound and production. Many of his tracks have been used by true independent artists and requested by music directors for
top knocked off
Can't buy these yet they too next
Double headed dragon bitch two necks
Head from two bitches that's two necks
Watch me read the future
smoother than a bottle of jerkins b*tch
I made plans to see your BM in the PM, right after 6
But I ain't cuffing I just beat em, I ain't f*cking round with
the future tracks from the past)
This is radio-mass (I'm a thief I stole the beat)
This is radio-mass (Tracks from the future tracks from the past)
This is
pulse won't raise a bit
Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina
Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina
It's obese female opera singer
You can run the jewels
to fix cap
No mismatch, just this batch, a six pack, of diss tracks
The big bag, is a rich gag, for a dishrag, called wig tracks
I'll admit that, I hit
you wanting I can read you like a psychic
This beat need a wet floor sign the way I'm sliding (woo!)
Never slipping, on a mission, it's just me and my
silent by the decade
Sure ain't keeping track of em but he's the one that's got it made
Marionetter by trade and arranger by necessity
Do we trust him
rhyme...
Check it out on the one, two, three...
Standin' 5'11", and I'm almost 6 feet
18 years old, rock a new beat
Got no nickname, stay the cool sane
They say time's the one thing that you can't buy back
I've been working every day to keep my life on track
They said you grow through what you go
been/
I got a yougin son so everything i do for him/
Tutor him do eything else but not choose for him/
Got my hands full I don't know what the future
won't admit is what they savor
Ironically started as guano for soil replenishment
Now resource extraction is a global system
Six thousand gallons
a groove like it's a Hopsin beat
But when it lacks that quality, god damn it, it bothers me!
I wanna make a hard track without cursing all too much
Just like
the past
present or future but built to last
now as the beat hits it knock you out your daze
remember the beat was just first phase
Riding The beats with
beat was heaven sent
I spit on tracks so much I think I got a speech in impediment
And all I need is one take I do it for my own sake
And if I'm falling
sixteen ways
Sixteen in a clip, spit it 16 ways
I know six teens, pull up to a sweet sixteen and spray
I'm like sixteen Jay's but the beat I can manage
So
in the factory, mailing my 12-inches
Nowadays, the DJs don't even spin wax
So fuck a promo copy, buddy, you can download the track
Seratooo promo
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