Lyrics:
slippin
We got guns we tote one
But you gone take this whippin
Like a man you understand
This ain't the six this the seven
Hunnit rounds make you lay it
Sound so legendary
They hear the flow off top
But it take a few listens to get the poetry
Just a bite of my venom you feel the potency
I used
Since there's been a lot of open letters
Going around in this country
So I thought I must also write mine
Talk it out, you know
So sit back, relax
wanting more than five
But place your order by the border & you'll get a supersize
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I
now back to the Gz
How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe DeVille?
Chill, as I take you on a trip
Where them
me
It's not an easy feat
I got 7 Evil Lexes that you gotta defeat
Let's go
Whoo, that was cathartic, now I'm back
I hope you got the chance
To talk
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)]
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!)
Yo, It never stops, what?!
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
who they are
Just to try and gain some credibility
So they could feel accepted by a stranger
It's a person that can take the failures in their life
garden
No sun melting in the sea
I've been over and over and over and over it
You live for the final dance
Take your seven veils and sail the seven
it for me, ridiculous
I look at it funny when niggas that's gettin' belligerent know what the business is
All of my niggas indigenous
Nigga, take
the ocean is
Wind it back, I'll take it slow
Leave you with that afterglow
Show you what devotion is
Deeper than the ocean is
It's the way that we can
wouldn't just hear music
They would see geography and yes
It made me well known
Which brings me to our little
Chat over breakfast in SoHo, we talked about
pretending
Can spot a fraud in a second
We leapfrog our competition
Then do a victory lap
I'm too quick to react
Too sick, just get back
Take a flick, make it
to a very thick tree route.
The champion and his caddy talk it over.
He;s going to play it safe and punch out with a 7 iron
with a 8 stroke lead this is
the tower. Roger, and roll, Challenger."
MISSION CONTROL (On 1/28/86 the booster rockets exploded 73 seconds later, killing all seven astronauts.)
"We
"the whole album")
No, I love, no, honestly, I do like the whole album but there
That, that one song, hold on, give me a second
Oh nah, this is, it's
saving face
I'm fucking over love, i took a chomp and caught the aftertaste
More than i could take now i be stranded 50 miles away
Cat is out the bag it's
have deluged the Deviants with around 250 separate posts
One of which, the longest by far, has over 7,000 reads already
The serialized horror story will
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
Uh, yeah
Let me take you on a trip, check it
Let me take you on a trip full of trips and falls
The anxiety attacks when things hit the wall
Hardly
tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's goin' down.
My new album ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
going back
I get overwhelmed
Nerves maxed out like a credit card
I just wanna float
You don't the sun gon fall over by the moats
But it's still gon shine
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