Lyrics:
healers
Realer than your last fast cash wig peelers
I'm a go getter Mac 11 wetter
Louis V sweater 3rd letter representer
High end
Trend setter
Shoot dice
it, doc, a World War passed through my brain"
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane"
He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
As I landed
I can still smell your smoke all over my sheets
I can still feel your touch on my skin like a burn in the 3rd degree
You were meant to be adored by
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
its lines' efficiency
But honestly, pleasing people isn't always in my registry
I better be burning verses to at least the 3rd degree
Or else my target
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
Young La Flame, ain't nothin' changed
But the chains and diamond rings
Diamond rings, I lost my brains
Me and Ye Ye out in broad day
I'm on the 3rd
La Rock has a college degree
Blastmaster KRS writes poetry
I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored
It's a shame to know some MC's
tryouts for my brain
Step into my frame now
I smell your arts degree
It's telling me I'm lazy
I'm working so I can eat
So keep that shit away from me
This on fire right now [this is east, this is west]
3rd degree [what]
(Vast Air Kramer)
Yo, I been nice but you rather put your hat in your sleeve
the center of gravity
Abolish apathy graphically packing three eighty's
With body heat sensitive bullets you need safety
Fest on your face and neck
dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world
3rd world division man made decision
dis poem is like all the rest
dis poem will not be amongst
nobody get hurt
Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt
I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls
And we don't give a fuck cause we
going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch, that mean mind yours
And the weed
What's in front of me
Burns to the 3rd degree
You can't tell me how to feel
All I did was keep it real
Cause I was feeling jaded when you wrote me off
Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother, in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
im 3rd degree
Im dropping out no degree
If you dont notice, now you notice me
I burn the tree
And smoke the leaf, but that aint me
Im only eighteen
Said don’t stop to the punk rock
Punk rock!
Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand make him understand
the fuck you are round like a superstar
Microphone is lock down
Shocked by the rock sound
We got you cruisin' with your top down
Ya see it's the making
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
eye blind reserve for you
I could be your shining sun
You could be my number 1
Got my eyes 2 on you
3rd eye blind reserve for you
I could be your
fold it (uh-huh) check my resume
I'm like H&R Block when I rock
Y'all niggaz get the greatest return, plus a 3rd degree burn
When I earn airtime like
my rap friends
Peep the way I deliver
Make you wanna tell your peeps
I consider that they learn from me
This is volcano hot, fuck a third degree
Burn,
as fucking mercury
Flying over 3rd degree uh
Aint no black belt this more a burgundy
Like the blood on leaves or the trees when I murder the
Pencil bleed
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