Lyrics:
the Crypt.
I met Ghetts when I was fourteen, lost touch.
By sixteen, I'd linked up with Ghetts again
Rolling with The Movement and started doing sets for
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
outta here off my block
Who servin' tha fiends
Hundred thousands of green
For the love of money
Cash all around me
Demons can cloud me
While I'm
son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
an eagle flying
Through these New York City streets
Pledge to be creative and
Make this heat for the lonely beats
Got no time for weak minded cats who talk
luck, it was destined
'Cause I was made for this
Holding it together like a paper clip
You know who the waviest
Shoutout to Hanz (Whoo)
I'm getting really
Uh
Yeah
DERF
Dark Garçon
Aye , Aye
I'm a old soul
Speaking through this young body
Look at God in the mirror
The only one that got me
Original being,
Well, that was the album
I hope it wasn't too disappointing
Mm, Before I go
I got one more thing
God rays in my whip look real good on yo' bitch
God
{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip
We the best music for real
Ooh, this album has began
I am The Muffler Man
The man who hid behind a, hid behind a trash can
The man who didn't even
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
Naya music teri taraf on the way
You know how I do bih I'm on my wave
1 2 1
Bitch I keep it real wasn't raised a fake
Album meri classic kare kaun
finessed a painting and my rent paid
Fuck getting by
Got less time for getting high
These hoes ain't on hourly
These ain't allowed to be
Small circle still
raised by DMX the last
Real nigga alive, nah nigga it's still real
Niggas alive tonight we
Real niggas alive, we alive tonight
Bruh, we alive tonight, bruh
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Who be that
Original original original
Bombaclat you know say it's original family music
Let's make good music
I go do anything for the family yeah
I
May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady
May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady
(Original)
I'm the general
(Yeah)
You copy and paste and y'all call it art
(Art)
Now he ain't real wasn't from the start
(Ha)
A dog with no bite whole lot
bubblin' face, somewhere we both can grow
Now, now, now night
Now, now, now night
Made by original Chronical alongside Rudimental, she wrote for waa
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
it
Top of Friday night brothas always stay faded
And been underrated for a long time now
So take your black album, eat a peg
You can read it front
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