Lyrics:
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
were the stories thatwere told
Said he wanted to be a football star
Most could probably see him making it that far
By age 10 he was studying at the best
were the stories thatwere told
Said he wanted to be a football star
Most could probably see him making it that far
By age 10 he was studying at the best
fearin' the pen, 'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
[Forte' - Verse One]
Yo, Call my lawyer
They ran up on me son,
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
niedlich
Dann lass dir doch mal von deinen Eltern erzählen was gute Musik ist
Die hören wenigstens die Beatles (Phew!)
Du hast für dein Album ne Woche
as you think
Just put my words together you’ll see
I am not gonna be Desiigner and put up one good hit
Then tomorrow realize my that music ain’t shit
I’m
bringin it back
Buildin album wit family, the business intact
Now im bringin it back
Fuck all those who cant stand me, now sit thru the wrath
Now im bringin
to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by
from some streams
Missing in action I don't wanna be seen
Vibes all live 1 by 1 let the MCs speak
Critique the technique
Mortal words that live through
by myself i was winging every time
Sitting by myself I was reading through a line
Drifting by a cell but I've never done a crime
The cell would be
soaked by the blood of the stars, Frost now feeds my dead heart... the last wolf is crying! (“fuckin’ Black Metal!”)* *MAYBE the only three english words
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N
a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money
That poor folks can't sit by him
No problem Osama
Bin Laden been hiding
So long that them pictures all
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
They don't know he on some other shit
Peace Sign up 2 my brothas n fingers up to the government
we flying while we writing n rhyming up in the Mothership
Twenty years of age I don't want to reach
I'm scared for my future if I say the least
Since it's my last year in college
N6 wish I'm in N4
Not
they eyes then
Quarters over eyelids
They mistake our words
And take their only route, that's violence
Notes n the nite
My deepest poems wrote with razor
I feel it in the air, sound like a beanie song
All these albums on my wall, don't really turn em on
I'm busy tryna write my Magna Carta
By studying
they eyes then
Quarters over eyelids
They mistake our words
And take their only route, that's violence
Notes n the nite
My deepest poems wrote with razor
the face 6, so check her out on tweetpic
All you rappers tapping touching hunching over your screen
I'm on an N train rocking through Astoria, Queens
When we
true wanna be down
Guess how many flows you gotta spit?
Like toilet paper
I'ma put you through a lotta quit
K-Rino getting murked by your kinda flow
You
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