Lyrics:
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label, we stay stable
Pick up the album, we're never on cable
Crews cross over, but not Main Source
leave
plus I got a couple other tricks up my sleeve
cos..
[Chorus]
it's Cris Mind freak in the back of a Roll's
I know magic pooof do away with your
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
Guantanamo for the grand sentence
Who's the Manchurian Candidate?
On your Facebook where they can edit
All up on the Gram where they can edit
Peace
Jupiter it’s alright, you can say at least we tried
To make it through tonight
Crazy theories, about fifteen shades of white
They say we’ll get it
out and make the bell ding
But you just need a mirror
So bow to your king
Bow To Your
King
Random rhymes is the only thing on my mind
Every word I pick
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
palms would cake up
Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup
Before the time she makes love, to someone that I thought was, my homeboy
But
when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
Let's get it on!
[chorus]x2
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All
me run up with the thang (Cock back)
Make it chicka bang bang (You don't want it with me)
If you don't really want it nigga (Fall back)
'Cause
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
is in my spread
My output of rhymes tells you
Not to fuck with me
My input is deadly, don't test me
I'll light your ass up like
The Fourth of July
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
good things come to those that grind
Never take a step back, leave the past behind
Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin'
bellicose I need for life
Yeah, it's seven twenty seven and you all up on my mind
Baby the feeling is blithe knowin' I'm yours
Looking back never would've
Never mind Jordans broer pay your rent
Gotta walk before you crawl take baby steps
I did make a mess accidental I never meant to
They believe lies
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
don't feel me
My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me
In 2003 the lease is up
We on the block now, no need for y'all re'in up
Pop your seat up
Finna blow up like the rocket ship
That Elon Musk was fucking with
Exon mobile make it quick
I'm using real descriptive words
And making sure my dictions
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
that's in this life
School is 8 hours 1 hour break they condition our mind
So we repeat it when we grown they profit from our lack of life
And we just make
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