Lyrics:
health
Live my life on the edge of my seat
Talking bout sad shit on on up beat
Never did track but im quick on my feet
Life getting wet, moving up shits
I told ha fly high she start sipping spirits Addicted to money don't think you can cure
it I'm on the west coast smoking Kurt
A minute after 12
me
Lick shots at the ceilin'
Until the 'bots come back from the
Future to try killin' me
Nah dude, I'm just sayin' it's true
And you namin' me
a song by a foreigner
A man who learned the slang before he ever crossed the border
He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder
"Don't mourn
on track, so I edited it
Future unknown, shallow mystery
Questions have a past, not smarter than history
To what end, I don't know, let it be
I got thoughts
King of California give a fuck who got next
I'm right now
Bump your gums and the ratchet'll shoot ya
Send your ass back to the future
No Delorean
goin crazy makin me insane
I'm down like a burrow cincinnati bengal
And always on point acute triangle
Livin by the law lieutenant dangle
This beat is
on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that
Storms ensued
Altered Moods
Futures bruised
We just trying to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
We just trying
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
sangharsh
Jaari hai practice
Jaari hai practice
Ha karra hu sangharsh
Ha jaari hai practice
Abhi hu underdog
Future mai bannewala hai Destructive
10 by 20
sipper
It's gone take some ice on me just to make me shiver
And some brown on some ice just to fill my liver
12's knocking hard as hell punching like
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold
Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold
Today is Tuesday, or is it Wednesday?
I lose track of time
We are walking along the roadside
Your hand is in mine
Shops are closed, guesses are open
don't fuck with nobody
I'm just not anybody
I can't fuck with everybody
Who the fuck is you boy, you out your body
Beat a nigga down like 12 did Rodney
was
Image being 12 tryna pray the gay up outta me
In actuality that was my reality
But factually I had to turn myself into a factory
I ran these
a real man was
Image being 12 tryna pray the gay up outta me
In actuality that was my reality
But factually I had to turn myself into a factory
I ran
insane[00:42.60]I shock the system[00:43.64]Years go by we in the year[00:45.08]Twenty seven seven[00:45.93]Fuck a upgrade wont change[00:47.28]Thats a moral
the future tracks from the past)
This is radio-mass (I'm a thief I stole the beat)
This is radio-mass (Tracks from the future tracks from the past)
This is
Aye, Aye, Aye
Hop on the Track it's
My Time
Don't waste it because
Time Flies
I'm Flipping beats
Like Five Guys
I'm cooking heat like
Fried Rice
I've accomplished dat,
Bought a charm, went in a vice I took it back,
When I return I want all my diamonds phat,
I can't get off track,
When my dawgs in
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
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