Lyrics:
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
type of path that u wanna cross
Going nice with clothes, bough-pot of roses,
I'm hot n cozy with these words
Thing is noisy,
Wrist is frozen,
Long
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
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
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
Denn seine Zähne sitzen schiefer als sein gottverdammtes Headset
Guck, wie ich den Lappen klatsche
Doch dropp' ich 'n Album, sagt sogar Papaplatte „Baba
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
rapping tight
Take my time creating flows that other rappers bite
Water into wine words blessed up by the hands of christ
I been grinding
I been working
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
going back
Ain't no going back
Read a n**** like he E.B Dubois
Spin a n*** cuz been with the voice
Word to Erykah cuz I been a god
A god weakens with
of the word progress, so I suppose I'm an O.G. of some kind
If I ain't shit, then mother fucker riddle me this
I make the present disappear as if it didn't
to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
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the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
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I'll start cause only Jah will create it
I'll just name it Edutainment
People sit and they look at my album
like a problem, they try
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
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Sie woll'n mich provozieren, komm'n und stehen vor meiner Wohnung
Ich werd' dich ficken, Kleiner, das ist keine Drohung
Ich hab' genug von der Scheiße,
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
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