Lyrics:
Yeh! Yeh!
Comanche in a di place
An it seems some boy
Want to get me replaced
An you know Sey me have di lyric
And di lyric Can't dun
Some boy
front yeah fuck the background
Chilling in bed while I'm writing these lyrics
I don't really care if I'm making any digits
Do it by myself cause I burnt
Thurston's lyrics to the original version's
lyrics, it's seems most likely that he's just singing random things
that sound like the original song -- here's
God, oh my God, oh my God
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave,
Rockin' jams, by popular demand, I'm back
I control the crowd, you know Ra hold it down
When it drop, you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
From
I'm a son of a poem
And I live in a lyric
I was taught by a flow
In a class with rhythm
Fell in love with the sound
I only spoke of listening
run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through
But when you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one
Lyrics fast like Ramadan
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy on the side of Babylon,
reads his daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon
lyrics fast like Ramadan
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case
provoked,then you're gonna get choked,yep,
So take note,exchange-a,mc shouta raw,
Lyrics,I sounds a tru Blazer,
You man are anythin' 2 me,
Kenzie,ride
Tim Dog : Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned
The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya
KRS One : That's right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds
should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can
gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I
guns in my system
And I'm not choosy
Pack that down when I roll my zoot
Strap that sound when I roll by booths
They don't really know
Who they're
[Chorus: D. Real]
It be the B.T.J's, wit lyrics for all
We be on point wit the joints, 'cause we takin no fall
So I'mma go for mine (so son, go for
make you sound like pornstar
Like monster I am gonna destroy your city
Intelligent engineer
Then why are you jobless
I am genious in lyrics
I am
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
Couple bars haha
Yuh
If you trynna take my cadence we ain't playing now
I'mma end up on the playlist if I make a sound
I've been looking for
judge I make mistakes
I write lyrics tell my stories simply just to illustrate
Put my pain into my music simply just to motivate
Take my pain embrace pain
the fuckin' phone
Now if my black ass is out here gettin' beat on by cops
Tryin' to call somebody for my fuckin' safety.
I know not to call your black ass,
HOOK:
Move to the top, Boy, Walkin' By The Spirit
Cannot be no flop boy, preach through that lyric
We gon show em Milly Rock Boy, YOu gon' have
to fit into the sound wave wire
If I told you this was easy that would make me a liar
But I do it anyway and I'll go til I retire
The finicky, lyric he
it's laid down I claim the crown snatching it off of your melon
Better by the letter put words together like spelling
Bees, cleverly combined into bars
sweat
And tears and loot went into the melting pot
But now we got a little somethin'
But it's not enough
And we won't stop bringin' the lyrics 'til
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