Lyrics:
in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still
I took the risk so they can't say I never tried
Put in work stood by my word they can't say I ever lied
Fire burning all inside you can see it in my
Sometimes I feel like that rogue monkey
Who lives in the trees above my house
He is a killer, an outlaw
Yes, I fear him
Somehow, I still feel we have
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
Inorganic beings y’all bouta be frightened
So this is my last album in the 3rd dimension
Cause I’ll be taken away by the ascension
Hey maybe I’ll still make
address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out
Finally, I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full
fingers looking doughy
Count it by my lonely I got hunnids on me
As-salaam 'alykum how I step in talking bout a piece
Niggas ain't got power in they voice
or two decades
But all the waiting makes the taste so sweet
Beautiful leafy green tree
Bearing tangy fibrous treats
Wide awake in my sleep
There's just one
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
children in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll
chasing chicken when I'm out, I'm used to birds
I observe
All the patrons that be waiting in line
Got so many cards, it look like pages, nevermind
Keep it
How many know what funk is? Raise your hands
You ready for this world?
"I can get real raw" plus my style is hardcore
I'm Craig Mack, comin in
than politic with a coon
Why wait til new years to cut em off
When they handed you the scissors in june
But this a sure shot,when Apollo 18 hit the store
true to myself had to stay strong
Everything so hard life do me wrong
Do it by the muscle my theme song
Always gon be grinding own my own
I be waiting
Gypsy's dance around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
forsaking
This why I'm lacking in patience
Don't have the time to be waiting
Cause any second I'm skating
And be back up for the taking
Don't mistake me for
eyes watching like the headless
horsemen, scribbling my name on their hit list
I'd rather see my nom-de-plume written by Schindler
In Japanese characters
Outlaw money, it's a new beginning
Even if we fail we winning
Got to take the jump kid
Blowing a kiss what did I miss?
Hottest in the game and that's no
Lady In Waiting
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link
How old is a soul? We hear it said, He's an old soul. And just how old is that? I'm thinking the soul
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