Lyrics:
ain't popular homie, then you just out the game
If video and radio don't frequently announce your name
They don't know your music even though you blow
is makin it seem like it's a rumor
So tell me fact to face when you can decide to come to Juma
Don't say your name backwards because you don't like Cav
nigga
you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm
Come get it we're widdit
Because it's all at the push
Of a button, yo Jeff, hit it!
The objective, of this musical extravaganza
Is to enlighten you
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
Uh, Felli Fel, Ne-Yo, Yeezy, Calm Down, Easy, Easy
Keep tellin' me you got a man
But he can't do what I can
Let me, show You what you been
you're in the wrong biz
Because the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge is
Far from diesel but running shit like Eagle Beagle
I swing fast and kick ass like I
attacked the Sereitei you thought of all contingencies
But not apparently because my nigga you forgot
(I'ma beat yo motha fuckin ass)
Nozirashi
No illuminati
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
thangs, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my man I'm true to dat
I run my lyrics the way y'all want to hear em
And shoot my
saw it sitting at the lost and found
And when the money here
I swear that's the only time you around
And yo favorite spot McDonald's
Why
Because you is
ce monde comme une murette
Et tout t'empêche de souffler
Tu camoufles, dans ce gouffre et cela s'empire
Yo, je comprends que la vie ne t'a pas fait
ce monde comme une murette
Et tout t'empêche de souffler
Tu camoufles, dans ce gouffre et cela s'empire
Yo, je comprends que la vie ne t'a pas fait
they was down from the giddy up
Trying to call you by your first name and stuff
Yo, and all these fake promoters stepping to the Circle
Remember how you
of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh
I'm getting nice with them things, because I do like that
You heard me on the radio and yes my
Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio
Right now you're listening to Tropical Storm by JD Fuller and Kisatrix
And Young Subway
a game
You in yo final fantasy
I been the field standing right where Peyton Manning be
Send a couple shots at you bullets like a hail Mary
Inspired by
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
god can defend you
Little nigga where yo head at
Turn on the radio it’s lies, bunch of niggas say they it
But they really pennywise clown ass
Respond, to the Com as a poet I'm a last like a Don
Cause I'm like that yo, a phenom without shit on my arm
You can't coherse a verse
I'm a rhyme when I
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's
sharbat, mai rakt
Tum jhoot, mai satya
Tum jeevan, mai hatya
Huh, band karo radio! The only way I did a lot in my lifetime, is if you go by the phrase "less
so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
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