Lyrics:
prayers sent on up to cupid
She with some courage still left to find
I set to love her fully and foolish
She said she'd catch me further down the line
But I
in my spare time
Swear I'm so over prepared I am
With a burning match sat perched by the next
Like motherfucker hurt me
Lets start a damn fire
They
my set some friends still don't pay for shows
Still the token guy on the lineup
Ticking the diversity box while getting it hyped up
Still learning
Times was simply plain I knew they'd eventually change
Let's take a trip down memory lane
With the game talker, native new yorker
Gators on my
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
promise I won't leave
We'll spend the night on this cold
November beach
Safe from the fire we set
To the valley
We'd leave and never look back
If it was
the start but now the shift is veering
Cuz albums great as this one's hard to make and spit sincerely
I'm just explaining where the bar is set to get up near
We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north
Tell 'em if you ain't from New York you're soft
Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait
It’s a hollow sort of happiness
And it’s not as bad as you’d expect
And every night we recline side by side
A box set anaesthetic is filling the void
I bet you never thought I'd get on a beat like this, uh
Be known in the streets like this
Never thought I'd slide on a beat like this uh
Or you'd
Sorting through my things the other day
I found an old film camera that I thought I'd thrown away
But there it was covered in dust
I checked it
Musquash Musie D
There is so much I would love to say about my friend K.R.Y.T.I.C
Yo shout out to my man K.R.Y.T.I.C, the whole two and one set, so good
All
goal cause I'm reachin for mine
They used to d-do it out in the park
D-do it out in the park
Hip-hop - was set out in the dark
Hip-hop - was set out in
Right next door to Safeway
Stripped me clean, got me for some G's
Set me up, stole my car keys
Guess that's the consequences when you sellin' that D
It was
The basement of a comic store
A unique spot to meet friends, buy shit and more
It was cool to meet mates
Who knew it'd be the spot they spend
a drive-by MC, spit on the low
I have learnt my lesson, slip on road, never
But I'm not essing
You know Jme is the best in switching my flow
Writing, never
That brother's hot like curry, one love to Keith Murray
Rappers like Craig Mack quench my thirst for comedy
I'd love to hang with Red Man but I ain't
suck on her nip nip
Might seem low effort but to you im led zepper
Im not radiohead so im a 16 stepper, 17 18 19 fletchers
Another banger after this
After you passed 'Em' was right
In your honor D12 released Devils night
Its a Halloween thing to set unoccupied buildings on fire
Hit number ones and sold
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
a dub on it
I keep it real so much they ask can I switch and go pub on em
He said he put it on god
If it was me I'd put blood on it
I came to box out
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
you want we just all sinning
Got a designated driver or the uber on call
Whoever is the buyer gotta fill the cooler box
Action movies everytime we go
decorations breaking up the neutral paint on the walls
The sleeve of a 60s album pressed in Waco is sung by the addicts, straight out of AA
A 3D Buddha scene
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