Lyrics:
hiding the cure
For fixing niggas, I'm very sure
Stop being depressed
Step outside and puff out your chest
He made you the best
That's ever gonna jump
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
was fans when I met 'em
Just waitin' in the wind for niggas
To come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have
Some fun wit' 'em
Spank 'em all around so
need that exposure, we need that sunshine
But as long as they have a planet
With the best soil around them
And not to spoil around them
And not too all
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
that’s got all the answers; ain’t got the answers
Right now I sound like one of them dancers dancing around the question
Upon reflection, I know you’re
When you need the best
Tell me who you gonna call
When it's yet to come
Is it coming at all
Let me assure you
That we will never fall
And your
that she couldn't get enough
And when she get bored and need a little love
She gonna say the same thing when I come around
She say Koopa you the best
hear that shit this evening
y'all niggaz best believe in
Guerilla warfare
Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I tell ya was this nigga from
[Drag-On]
They stepped up Bronx City
You know they gonna get dirty
You rap niggas fuck around and get very early
Fucking with that firemen
he had to do
He walks in the street, bare feet
Holding their breaths
All the people around in astonishment
Were trying to guess what the hell he would
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
that dick around
Like a collection plate
I can sell 'em on Sunday
With the fuss you made
I be stunting with the stunners
And that's the best you make
So
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
stand by my self
'til my very last breath
'Cause you know what? A coward
Dies a thousand deaths
And I'm proud when it's a sound
But now a thousand next
lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into
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