Lyrics:
a quarter century
Born to bless the beat and
Rap over recorded melody
I knew the truth since I
Was a small little boy
I am a product of the system
I was born
day,
Remember everything gets recorded,
What cometh cometh anyway,
The calling time.
Out of the blue came brimstone,
The calling time comes too soon,
can't always
Alliances all recorded
How can you wait on course
You dick out of source
Wanna slow play with some hesitation
And get lost in
you want, you already have
The dark songs that you hear on this day
It was recorded before I been on this journey that I'm on
The light songs you
intelligence
Found my love with good intentions
But its still time to leave
[Chorus]
I recorded the sound of your heart
I recorded the sound of your eyes
the air like drones (air like drones)
Hardhead nigga got a head of stone (head of stone)
I'm in South Africa, long way from home (long way)
I recorded
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
with you? uh-oh
In the time takes to slide it back
In the time it changes, recorded at the automat
San francisco mixed with uh-oh
In the time takes
I recorded it, I recorded it, hold on
Baby, hold my hands and my soul tonight
You only care probably for tonight, yeah
Time again come and do me
the witness if I get reported
The shit I spit is so realistic shouldn't be recorded
It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy
Just left the studio
and direct we comin' never pre-recorded
With information that will never be reported
Disregard the mainstream media distorted
Whoop! whoop!
We comin'
players and player haters
Once again it's time for the
"Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in
Lovely snowy Minnesota
This is the game where we make
say "kitty fly into my net"
It's all being recorded, how could we forget
(It's all being recorded, how could we forget)
I've been in the cache where
Or 27 like Jan and Jim
Get on it
Where's your iconic?
All too ironic
Romantic tragedy
Recorded quadraphonic
Where's your iconic?
All too ironic
as long as their hate
Paths and the angles of light
Find their way into my eye
Recorded and logged for a time
Some living, some loving, some dying
eat it all, like asap
Video recorded, watch how we play it back
Did it all, like way back, live it up, and lay back
Soon as I reach my climax, hit
as long as their hate
Paths and the angles of light
Find their way into my eye
Recorded and logged for a time
Some living, some
Loving, some dying
believe it
Every little need dismantling
Recorded by the needle of an EKG
I miss that feeling
Flicker hot and hovering
Like my own discovering
but bitch this ain't a movie
I was only 14 when I droped my first deal
Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala
I recorded this 2 15 left
to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
At a thousand degree Celsius I make MCs melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy
on the beat, D got heat on the seats
On his back, yeah, he got him a vest
When I recorded this shit had a girl in my studio
Gotta say god did and I'm feeling
recorded soon
I said we bout to make a movie it should be recorded soon
I just want love like why its always fading
Im misunderstood but you the one who be
wanna get recorded
She say I'm the man
I make her feel important
Yeah
Her last man was so boring
He ain't gotta worry
He can have her in the morning
and recorded
Revenge, I swear I want revenge
And I want my pockets to be full of Benjamins
No sense, it don't make no sense
Why does it feel like our love was
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