Lyrics:
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
to the see to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes
a brand new rhythm that comes from within
A new state of mind, I slay the rhyme
I pray to find a good place where I came to lie
Would it pay to try or pain
no vest
Knowin' them bullets might just still hit me
Take a chance, mama took a chance by having me
I think I can make a masterpiece
In New Orleans
Ah, freak out, le freak, c'est Chic
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by
Freak out
All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the rhyme
Come on along and have a real good time
No longer bound by what's behind
In this new chapter, I'll redefine
(Stand tall, yeah, stand tall)
With every move, I'll claim my space
(Rise up,
nobody want your jewels, 'cause your shit is phony
Say word? Your shit is real? Damn, your shit is corny
My rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
stop office
Every sound you heard before in
Function dictated by form
Write the drums in perfect rhythm
Imperfections machine-driven
Call yourself a real
at the ocean,
Sink down to the moon,
Your rhythm is the symptom,
Of my birth coming soon.
To forget all of your sins,
By bathing in the sea,
As the moon glints
of fire, evil that lives within
What have I become?
Liquid poison core, of this new, generation
Hypnotized, by technology
Life system is disconnected
I
again please
I made it look so easy they just wanna drop a spoon on it
cll they see's my shine cnd some
New jordans new rollies
Not the motivation like
'em dangle when I fuck
5th Ave shopping
Mami double parked her truck (yeah, yeah)
She fly like fairy
She put dust inside her cup
Real bareback soldier
of leaps and hurdles from running rounds in circles back then
In my girbaud jeans to show my workflow...
Now my works flow and rhythm and It’s works 4 me.
I like to say you're not real, but I know I am
You like to say I'm not real, but you know you are
I'm just afraid I won't be there waiting for you
Wondering around
Daisy dust
Lay up upon
My own head up above
Elephant a ride
98 degrees
We're on the side
Walking on the walls
I'm falling forever
Read war and peace when learning how to war with the police
And fuck the other streets, rhythm fire heat to the drumbeats
And fighting back turns
(Alive, yeah, for real)
Got us new plans
Need to get stacks
They won't use us again
Hadn't much distrust, that's a lack
And we counted on you
Then you were
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
freak out
Le freak, c'est Chic
Freak out
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by
the person that’s real when you’re bruised
I think you’re amazing, and I want the days when you’re happy
And wanna tell someone the news
I want when you’re
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
rough man
Life has been so rough man
Year by year it's fucked man
Always looking down
So I'm just a new mane in this new town
I'm going to get a new whip
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