Lyrics:
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checkin'
They get the album
Take it home
And start sweatin'
Why? well it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
up the album 9 3 7 queued Up!
By Quranic The MC
9 3 7 queued up bitch!
Yeah
You thought I was finished
You thought time was up, secretly I did too (yeah)
Two years I been missin'
Left you with an album, now look
Let Me Be The One
Blessid Union of Souls
Album: Home
So you're scared, to show your feelings
Baby, I do understand
Well, I don't make
After I drop this album gotta stay 10 toes deep
While your home boy 6 foot deep
That's what happens when you creep on me
In da party wit a white tea
the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay
[Chorus: x2]
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I`m tryin` to take me somethin` home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay
it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and squeeze
Please... back to back to back to back to back to back, nigga
From my first fuckin album nigga
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
now I'm styling
Heard this shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mix tape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
MONDAY
I work 10 hours, get home late and forget to shower
TUESDAY
A bagel with cheese; fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
Feel my heart for what it is
For not all that bleeds has a home
For I can't love you by myself
But I can't love anybody else
An atom bomb to the heart
Couldn't even make it out my home, I was over thinkin'
Am I depressed or stressed, 'cause I don't even know the meanin'
Ain't got nothin' to say
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
It happened
Those college days just passed me by, I watched my friends get high
Cannot peace out and say goodbye, I asked my mother why
Can I stay
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
Silent Night Bodom Night by Children of Bodom
Only What the Light Allows vocals by Steve Smith
On the eve of their death
They are baptized
In
like what - I don't give a fuck!
Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne
Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone
Things done changed, but
to get so depressin'
This is trauma from your own confessions
This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected
That's why
up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem, even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
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