Lyrics:
walk by
Käkar upp dig som en ballerina
Mina hatare vill inte se mig skina
Igår natt jag sov hos Sabrina
Idag jag myser med Angelina jag menar hon den
Dazu die Vintage Ray Ben
Ich seh blendend aus
Auf meinen Beats by Dre pumpt Kendrick Lamor
Und das Mädchen gegenüber hat die Selben in schwarz
Und wir
kommt
Ach lass die Faxen hör doch auf zu batteln
Komm wir stechen waffen in die Fressen bis
Die Kiefer auseinander brechen
Deine Adern platzen nach
Ner
F.o.g
Slime sakta ner jag tror jag ser dem
Veva ner rutan motherfucker jag ska ge dem
Ak spittar bullets jag ska sänka deras egon (shot shot)
Encro
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
you ready?
I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
love you
He's try-in' to tear us apart
Whoa, he don't love you
FADE
Transcribed by Robin Hood
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific
you sure to fall
Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'll
Lightin' bolts, by writin' quotes
Strikin' jolts that frightenin'
Check the way I flip it this nigger is something different
When I be spitting those lyrics nigger I will never stop
Now wait a minute I'm in it I'm
'ner entwickelten Alkoholkrankheit
Nur hab ich nie verlernt
Auch mal über mich zu lachen ach was soll's
Mein Vater hat genau so ein' an der Waffel
Ich
so anzieht, der Blick und die Pose!"
Das war der erste Einfluss von 'ner Hiphop-Ikone
So ging es dann weiter, war stets in meinem Element
Hab' mich so
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
far with either, just the way it goes
Writing lyrics on my Converse, writing lyrics on my own
There was a world around me, I just didn't want to know
I
Great John on the beat, by the way
Live by the gun, you die by the judge, nigga
Shooter get, shooter get shot
Yeah, you know that? Huh? yeah
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at?
Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out TT
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
Writin my lyrics with this hyped information
This is a section of my creation
So don't say shhh with an exclaimation
Just look at the center of the stage
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
Med disse glass, fylt til randen med vin
Satt vi en morgen ved Guadalquivir
Og i samme by, møtte jeg deg
Ble ei forelsket, nå drømmer jeg om deg her
Tänk på ho do för de
Skåd de över axlin
Ga it ta in taxi
Ho läng ska man måst hör e?
Innan dem by hör me?
Om ja ryter til e ja en bördo
Liti jobbi ne
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