Lyrics:
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
l'eau de Seltz
The initials, the initials, the initials B.B
The initials, the initials, the initials B.B
Tandis que des médailles
D'impérator
l'eau de Seltz
The initials, the initials, the initials B.B
The initials, the initials, the initials B.B
Tandis que des médailles
D'impérator
l'eau de Seltz
The initials, the initials, the initials B.B
The initials, the initials, the initials B.B
Tandis que des médailles
D'impérator
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
With so many platforms and methods available
For promoting your music online
Many artists and promoters tend to forget
That there are still promotion
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
road, a constant struggle
And a true labor of love
To not only convince my peers and the
Public that I could be an artist
But to actually get that art
and
Matthew and Stan just symbolic of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are calling your
have right now points to some sort of connection with Kansas City based rap artist: Tech N9ne. Maybe a fan? You might remember Tech N9ne released
a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB and this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it (so cherish it)
of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone
'Cause after all the glitz and the glam, no more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
of Paris
we were part of some artist's design
Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
In the gray around me how you shine
Oh oh, how you shine
I'll sometimes look at other artists who
Seem larger than life and wonder
"Am I not supposed to be here?"
I always knew I'd spend my whole life
believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere, some kid is bumping this
skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up
a coyote whinin' for its mate
Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standin' all around
I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be
something to be involved in, something too big to ignore.
It is our function as artists to make the spectator to see the world our way,
not his way.
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