Lyrics:
thought I was a criminal
Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical
It's essential to my path, it's my limit
But I go overboard by the time that I finish
over between you and me
It's not over, I don't want to be free
I don't wanna, I don't wanna be free
What has been joined by God (by God)
By God (by
took this shit too far, son
So that's all for you, I'm wiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
took this shit too far, son
So that's all for you, I'm wiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
dance like we use to BABY
Lyrics Written by Terashon Blakemore (BMI)
Vocals Performed & Produced by Jai (Courtesy of Fiverr.com)
Music Written & Produced
lyric prodigy
(call me lyric prodigy)
Real over fallacy
No superstition cause I'm speaking my reality
(speaking my reality)
Real over fallacy
Conscious
your credibility being highly undefined
Your styles like a fine wine it gets older over time
None of your lyrics really rhyme
And you're surprised you
ain't done until I get some
More, no need to roar or yell
Cos I can still tell what will sell
And would have sold without yellin over a drum roll
That
still put ya on the injured list
Still efficient we mobb deep so infamous
Isn't it interesting? We get belittled like middlemen
By other folks who didn't
Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel
Walkin' fast cause I'm a smooth talker
Appeal the feel, but don't praise and kneel
Just heal
And always
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
on your life, you're not fine
Your thighs break and you cry about your lifeline
I got no bars, tracks ain't hard, lyrics on mass
Over exaggerate things, my
In a reality where, the sky is grey and clouds loom over
Put your headphones on and replay the same tracks again
Under button eyes, my posters
Hip-Hop, was put off by your appearance, silver grillz
Black contacts, face tats n' bod tats, but 'cided to give it a shot
N' was blown away by the way you
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
Full Memphis taking over, blow a niggas' ass off
Full Memphis taking over, blow a niggas' ass off
Full Memphis taking over, blow a niggas' ass off
Straight from the curb
To the suburb
In the black suburb
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned
How this world turn
Thought it was over
run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through
But when you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
me
Massive you don't wanna go there
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file conceptually ahead by miles
Who's to blame when your lyrics
[Chorus: x2]
When I say Sunz of, you say Man
(Sunz of Man, Sunz of Man)
When my lyrics touch the frozen, you frost the lost
As I've rosen out
Life til the next life (Yeah)
Raw Creation always with the vibrations
Uh, swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody
the same when i took out of context
My Entourage is surrounded by lames who consider me part of a contest
My inner conscience is telling me go prove a point
Here he goes again
Heard a tune called "Who's Got Lyrics?"
I made a tune called "Stupid Question"
Fam I got flows again, I
Write the wickedest lyrics
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