Lyrics:
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
the way Jabez Z started this album
I don't know if he intended for this shit to be good
I know I didn't
But guess what that's what alter egos are for
Am I
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
well
I trust a dolly to fuck up
Those cards been dealt
I'm still gon adore her
But I am no miguel
Still don't pick
My phone bitch I aint adele
I told her
of misdirection
I get it, you made this way
'Cause God forbids them good energies and giving me a break, huh
You are not the problem, I know I am
You can tell by my
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
the floor, and make way
"for America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
[Quik] Sucker ass niggaz
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
you seen and what you saw?
Now my name starts your sentence, you'z a hater by law
I'm by far tighter than training bras on Dolly Parton
You think
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I
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
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
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
guitar
So who am I?
To write an album when I can't even read music?
Just been banging these same four strings since '96
An old dog with no brand-new
eyes I see all that I'm not
And all that I've lost will never be enough
While I sank to the bottom you sang him Dolly Parton
Don't think that I
diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I
Nashville bound
by
John Malayter
I’m Nashville bound I’m hitting the road today nothings gonna stop me, lord I’m on my way
Riding in
Just the way you like it
Alright, Ok
Tell me something, Michelle
What do you know?
I see myself as someone who's learning (mhh hmm)
And evolving by
proved myself I was strong
They wished me good luck
Gotta do myself right, I'm gonna go
And get by and release the album by
calves ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in many ways
'Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches
Comin' in to rent my style
I'm not the one to fuck
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
to move in a way
So that every aspect of who I am can
Be seen" Queen Latifah does musicals, movies
Voice-overs for cartoons - is she a
Sellout or is she
to wash all the sentiment
You be the Ross, I'm the Eminem
She Dolly Parton, I'm Willy Smith
I am a Spartan, you civilian
Leaving my mark on the dailyest
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