Lyrics:
Still straight with the weed and the liquor these days
'Cause the new drugs got the kids trippin' these days (trippy)
Bunch of journalists been
went in stores, Reebok stock soared
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas could tell
The East coast crib the size of a small hotel
The shit journalists
Show you how to bubble off of large investments
Ya heard me, and this journey, I'm the journalist
Line around the block to hear the words
the millionaires
I'm in love with the Queen of Hearts
Fuck all the journalists
I'm in love with the Queen of Hearts
You are my Daily
Mirror and my Son
You are my
an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'ma sit on top of the world, and shit on Brandy and Mase
I'm more than ill, scarier than a white journalist
In
so now in Midtown
You want to stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin' this
How
an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'ma sit on top of the world, and shit on Brandy and Mase
I'm more than ill, scarier than a white journalist
In
jammin' for you crabbing rap niggaz and journalists
That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's
pole
Invite all the writers and journalists
Even biters will turn up man, to see who can be me
Better than me it's a permanent, smile on my face
Because
the table
But some journalist got his mug shot kit
And his briefcase on his lap
But I'm tired of being linked with the K.G.B.
And all that political crap
journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep you movin' 'cause
tissue, tell this journalist stick to the stuffy nose
Like always runnin' from Migos
Here a mic, there a mic
Everywhere a mic, share and share alike
But
Brokers,policeman,executives,teachers,journalists
Janitors,architects,doctors,restaurant workers
Nurses,chief rockers
If you feel you're somebody
Be proud and show it!'Cause everybody's
throw
A double diamond party in the north pole
Invite all the writers and journalists
Even biters will tournament, to see who can be me
Better than
journalist reporting
Live from the gutter
Where girls, carry box-cutters
Brothers shoot up with undercovers
Screaming "Fuck the world!" Why? 'Cause
Don't
Stoudemire
Yeah and still couple people gotta problem
With me at hater magazine
I mean Fader magazine
Tell the journalist to suck what's
In my saggin' jeans
DISADVANTAGING. BULLETS WOULD BE DROPPING. BACK TO FIST FIGHTING. NO TRAGEDY FOR JOURNALIST TO BE DESCRIBING. MAN MAN YOU GONE BE NATURAL CAUSE DYING. MURDER NOT
journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep you movin' 'cause
rhymes and life is where the marriage is
Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel
is
Had dreams of fucking R&B broads, it came true
Journalist I wreck, shared the same view
Picked up a fallen angel on the path that I emcee
Familiar
your eyes freeze
Visine's for eyes when you smoke the thai weed
For this, you need a journalist scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far
aware of it and if the journalists and the communication
media of those days were really aware of their responsibility
as well and reported everything
feed 'em to the pitts
Yeah, my whole life has turned, I think I'm gettin' followed by a journalist
I think my life done finally shifted, we on a yacht,
journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep you movin' 'cause
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