Lyrics:
You called me out of darkness and brought me into light
You put your breath inside me and gave my heart new life
Before I took a breath you defeated
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
AR by my bed
don't want no good girl 'cause your boy he ain't no lover
(Revol on t'nia yob ruoy)
Fuck her with no rubber then I bounce back
Smokin' on some shit so
Yeah
Let me pop my shit, nigga
Uh, let me pop my shit
Let me pop my shit (go)
I just sent that boy two thousand, he ain't never post my album
and you know I run away
Busting out my shell rap game is what I take
Uh, rap game is what I take
It's the Cult resurrected from the grave
Boy, you best
From dem breach, yeah, grave reach ya, hot like yellow fever
Tell your friends, "Hasta la vista," pebbles big like eggs at Easter
Shirt red with
figures, Bun you owe six
Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost
your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf
Fuck it,
out your hand
But light is your friend go on In ?carrolan?
Its always darkest before the light
Nothing's worth having if its not worth a fight
No
Department of Corrections
The new see-bo album "Till My Casket Drops" has lyrics that do just that plus
this one your about to hear
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
lackey
Join the Iron Phalanx in entertaining these latecomers while I prepare a reception worthy of their audacity!
The SORCERER: By your command, o'
go and hire those bitches
Shout out my mom and my dad and anyone else who puts up with my ass
I don't fall for tricks like they're ugly, I'm shallow I
The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going
Get on your bus
The city's cold
Your face a poker
Hide behind your paper
A shield for the unspoken
Boys on the corner
Eyes filled with disdain
Hear
went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
giving me hope
Can't fall back down it's a slippery slope
Don't care if you slime they still wiping your nose
And the block life shit taught me two things
as I'm breathing
I'ma keep walking like Jesus
My name is
[Hook]
"Whatchu gone next, how you gone say it
When yo album come out dawg, I can't wait
still playing my old shit
But your shit is like the police asking us questions, nigga we don't know shit
Flex, nigga I'm just flexin'
Niggas never
belongings to a total stranger
How can you allow it out, how can you let your daughter
To take my place, live in my house, carry my keys
And wear my
this game
You rappers ain't the same you changed the way you rap
Your beat selection is in fact inspired by the boy
Congratulations you're employed
I
a relationship
But then I snap out of it and remember I waited since
Face it, he's worthy, choose a side
Based on a grave, sits "music lies"
Laced with a vague
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