Lyrics:
is
Ain't no body bad like D is
Stimulate her mind make her have ideas
Remove all fears when the rudebwoys here
'Cause once you taste my sugar cane
Fighting demons in my mind and they reckless
Foreseen it
But the lies I accepted
Now my heart torn to pieces like it’s shredded
I never been normal but
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
When he be speaking in cold words about crime and poverty
Drugs, welfare, prisons, guns and robbery
It really means us, there's no excuse for the slander
Here's a happy tune you'll love to croon
They call it Sam's song
It's catchy as can be, the melody
They call it Sam's song
Nothing on your mind
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
But never mind that we should let it go (we should let it go)
'Cause we don't wanna be a TV episode (TV episode)
And all the bad thoughts just let
dealt with
Know it was all weak and
Creep and stealth shit
When I come from under the
Belt with a metal shit
Forever Brownsville, no, I never felt shit
he want to know your favorite jean
Is it Jordache? (NO!) Gloria Vanderbilt? (NO!)
Maybe it's Sassoon? (NO!) How about Sergio? (I DON'T CARE!)
Could
Off the drank, no Bill Cosby
I move like it's hockey I shoot my shot and feel like Crosby
Ain't support my methods out the picture how I'm cropping
they
Down down
But that ain't gonna fly
I pay it no mind
No no no woman no cry
What goes around comes around
I make her come and then I go
It's like I'm
knew they were on the ground
It was a funny thing they never heard a sound
Farmer Bob got up and said
Wow I reckon we could've been dead
But guess what
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
Your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It's inadequate to go against
The Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what
I got no
on this ride, it's gon' be tough
I got all this pressure on my mind, yeah
You gon' make a diamond from the rough
I don't do the fake love no more
Got
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
songs
I rap like it's in my genes and i'm gone
Need to get gene fisher on a beat make a song
Cole, fly anakin, caprii make a song
Crosby, atlas, yeen neen
The Point No More
I Would Always Spit Hard Make Jaws Hit The Floors
But Till This Day I Rise Above To Keep It Gore
The Blood In My Veins And The Flesh In My
I speak about the weeks I went with not a go d damn thing to eat and then blam it just hit me got so sick of having no cheese let it rain 20's till
a marathon
She don't want no kiss but
She gon swallow some
Boom! Shoot like me have a gun
As soon as me come I'm do
She makes me scream eh
Makes me spend me
spirits bright!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every night, oh...
Harry:
For chrissake, rhonda! have you no shame?
Thing-fish:
Y'all make up
U-Dubb but ain't
Make no profit back
To make ya pockets fat you had to
Leave that league and rock wit' Smack
It's obvious who make the hotter tracks
Yo
a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well
.wav
At first it don't sound right? Ain't no way to stop it
Get a new clap, prettier than trap
Tryna last longer than laptop rap
No concept timeless
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