Lyrics:
hood (Miami Dade County)
Them boys will put you down on your knees (305)
Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em)
That's the sound
from the heart
Balphamet saw the signs with his horns & he tore us apart
Yeah he tore us apart took the music from our soul
Now you got these young
thought the notes were to myself on the paper. I only knew Do Re Mi, so I would find C and write do where C was and teach myself how to play. I remember
Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can
sounding very good,
They look very good, and kids over there really appreciate good music and
Stuff. and I think the next time we're gonna play
by rappers that'll expire
And swear that they taking shots
When they're catching the backfire
And everything you spit is far from the truth
I heard you
of responsibility... we want a future. We want well paid jobs, we want sex beyond retirement, respectful kids. We're a couple who sees beyond the temptations
You're telling me my, music is shit
Honestly, I think you're just a jealous bitch
Compared to me you're irrelevant
I'm on another motherfucking level
that's what Azrael will sing
No, I'm not a demon from Hell
Why do you believe in Hell
Even Joos don't believe in hell if you're religious
There's just
people
No I don't like people
I'm too selfish and nervous
But people say Jay you're the coolest
You can't tell on the surface
But they listen to the music
trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know I
I love you till the sun dies
Little do you know I know you're hurting while I'm sound asleep
heart
On my sleeve, let the runway start
You know the miserable do love company
What do you want from me and my scars?
Everybody lack confidence,
ain't tryna kid the world
I ain't got beef, when I do I say, get 'em girls
Not at this dog, we just heard the frontin'
Do Harlem a favor, give
614, what's happening, guys
614, yo
And I breathe it
I only wanna do it for Columbus
I only make my music for Columbus
For the young niggas crippin'
I don't know what gives
Feels like I'm going psycho
Sweet chin music to the throat, you're hitting every note
Always seem to end up being choked by
had sound
There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win and fear
Kid Ice, Gemini is my sign
From the time I started rappin', your title was mine
I started in the West, brought back to the East
Got about my man Luke
music, huh
Find him in town, riding a Hyundai around
Smoking n linin up sounds
Running a show, and flying you out
For the wheel of misfortune to buy you
make us run
'Cause we're them old boys
Raised on shotguns
We say grace, and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that
We don't give a damn
We're from north
used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights,
And I'd send him some homemade wine...
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For
some fool hearted kid out of school
Or become a disgrace in some fabulous place
Whenever I hear the sound of a drum
Music delights me
But pulsating
doubt you're eighteen
Do you have a note from your
Mom? I wanna meet your mom mark: Hey
Put those thirteen year old boobs away! If
I wanted to see
lookin pale need a little more melanin
Lil' nigga I'm the opposite of ignorant
But my whole work ethic so Mexican
Can't move with the kid say less
Can't
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was
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