Lyrics:
black swan
Kdo by to dal mým tempem
Sem in da game jak EA
ILG dres je bez jména
Ey to je custom gear
Nechala sis tu prádlo dear
Když řikám pravdu tak du
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
pro-bono
All-Star weekend floor seats by the coaches
Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches
Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features
I ain't
Talking behind his back, you a hater for that
I don't expect nothin' less in the game of chess
You think five moves ahead and not behind
Jumped up,
do his thing 'cause I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And its a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by
violence and pain its an order to kill
the cost of our freedom will cause blood to spill
were just pawns in the game
force fed your will
born into
the winter
I was type to break the rules
She was gone by December
Listen to my tracks back to back
Classics never aged
Feel like Adesanya in the cage, I'm
Bang when I talk make the whole world sleepwalk
I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt
I put myself in this game, and I'm the only one can take
INF3.
Life is like a game of Squash in twenty thousand episodes lasting since fifty years ago
Have you got your own Yonex gear my friend or do
smooth devices
Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers
In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's
Vipers in the infirmary rooms with
dahhhhhhhh
And we're still, still, still, still
Still on the grind
UGK back in the game
Bringin' that crack and the 'caine
Swervin 'Llac in the lane
Swangers
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Funky
Ready
Funky, funky
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Can't
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
game in it
Fame in it
We remain in it
Waiting for the main event
Like the days on the corner
We watch the world go by
On the nights that wasn't
and my thugs
We come in the club
We swung lovely
Watch how big the buzz be
Trust me son
Every ghetto got game in it
Fame in it
We remain in it
Waitin for
Funky!
Ready?
Funky! Funky!
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
and fame
They can put you on the field (Yeah)
But you won't get in the game (Wo no)
How many suckers knew that before they came (Woo yeah)
Now you know
Practiced in the heat, in the rain or in pain
Mick so quick, at six foot six
Down to be picked by anyone but the Celtics
Oh what a handle could score from
believe you'll be by my side?
Every night? (Oh-ah oh-ah oh-ay)
Yo, I been rapping since Allen Iverson skippin' practice
So many hooks on my records how
nejsem Jesus
Ve 3 stojím před klubem
A nemám sílu
Vem si kolik krys by tu hlodalo
Pro kus sýru
Dvě flašky na večer
Ale potom je game over
Ráno zase okno
a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell
drag, ah,
I don't wanna tell my rhyme without friction,
Jump in to beat, both feet first,
Make pros eat their words,
And sit and watch 'em swallow
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