Lyrics:
Jamaican rum
Put fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums
When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it burns
Make fools out of bitches like I'm Howard
to advance, I'm sorry for the holes in
your hip
Son, It's the way of the street merchant, live by the laws,
die by the rules
My gleam play the part
on
Spitting out verses when the beat is hot
Vision ain't blurred when I see the fog
Beefin' up the track when I rap 'til it's smackin'
The fact is I'm hated by
on
Spitting out verses when the beat is hot
Vision ain’t blurred when I see the fog
Beefin’ up the track when I rap ’til it’s smacking
The fact is I’m hated by
in the game that's embarrassin'
And we came prepared because I'm round hoe
On the down low
And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico
embarrassin'
And we came prepared because I'm round hoe
On the down low
And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico
From the O to Mexico, we
to invite
Manipulating phonemes and intentions with my rhyme
Doors are open, opportunity flowing
Living my purpose I love where I'm going
Shores of opulence
gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by one if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone ever rang all day?
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
HOWARD STARK
This is the key to the future.
I'm limited by the technology of my time.
But one day you'll figure this out.
And when you do...you will
n' hand down that shore line
Just prayin' we do
N' someday I'll see you
A missin' piece
We're incomplete
Until we meet
Come with me
We'll make it by
in a cage of the light that I'm chasing
I'm never fazed by the words of the vacant
Perfectly fine is the lie that is blatant
So many chances but none
LEAVE MY BABY ALONE
(Harlan Howard - Bobby Bare)
« © '64 Tree Publishing »
Don't you be a tellin' my baby lies
You better leave my baby alone
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
jaz
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Study my culture, soar like a vulture
My teacher Marvin Howard will create my sculpture
I'm kickin Islam, some brothers try
a day with the money and the power
Me I'm both them, money and the power
Push your tongue key
That's money with the powder
Inspired by them niggas and in
every one of y'all a fucking coward?
I'm doing god's work by myself
Every real nigga's just an extension of me
I live and I die by the code I made up in
Who am I? Magic In Your Eyes
Like Dwight Howard
5"7 but i'm feeling quite taller
Shawty that like ballers
Tell her that I might call her
Job's not white
the plugs in a drought
Run on my own route
Stay true to myself, change the world, and then I’m out
More in store
Swimming back to shore
Aint going back no
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
forget yahh
Wen I'm gone I'm still wit yahh
I love comin by you're house n seein all ma posta pictures
Dey make me feel so special wen da world all on my
the funky tunes with a burst
Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar
To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go
Set to show, everybody in the party that
havoc I'm no Superman that's Dwight Howard
Hitting 3s in the splash zone one after another
Not quite 22 whatcha gonna do it's Jimmy Butler motherfucker
need create
This the lingering of faith
Man, I'm scared of greater waste
Life is lady and I grab her by the waist
No lingerie
Tempt the tempest
Maybe
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