Lyrics:
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
of the seven seals
You know God walked down in the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
But he refused to answer
Because he's naked and ashamed
Tell
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
Eight comic books
Seven packs of smokes
Six packs of two four
Five (five golden toques)
(Four pounds of back bacon)
(Three French toast)
(Two
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Eight comic books
Seven packs of smokes
Six packs of two four
Five (five golden toques)
(Four pounds of back bacon)
(Three French toast)
(Two
wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Four-one
They counted me out, I came
to brighter days
So I give a kiss to Mary Jane & let my mind slip away
CHORUS
TURNAROUND 3X
OUTRO: Solo Progression til the A7, then G7D7
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets
made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets
the sun
Stop calling me son
Cause I ain't the one
If it don't kill you it's just part of the fun
Yeah
This exactly how it's supposed to be
Hail Mary seven
Three-to-six facin', new indictment
Plus violation of probation, I had to do the boogie oogie
Absent from court like class, I had to play hookey
The pressure
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right
Three years ago when I
was a writer too, I figure I'm in my lane
‘Round 8 or 7 I fell in love with rap sh**
cll I really needed was 86 hours of practice
I'm lying, more like
and get applauded by the artists you adore
And I still, get on and murk ‘em
Drop a verse they can’t rehearse
Ain’t no disturbance when I’m working
Hit
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right
Three years ago when I
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
technical difficulties
Please stand by"
[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]
Auto four six seven five four three
Equals, the levels, of nobody in this
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
Další rok další album sick byl
Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
pull up by Frank shop
Chapter thirty seven, three hundred fifty-seven
One hundred fifty-seven, hit you with seven
Crack up your rib, lift up your melon
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