Lyrics:
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
Sorry if I had to throw shade on you
Ain't no sun light where I'm at it's no shade for you
Put the city on fire make it day for you
One and only by
litness
But don't be fooled by all these clothes
Camera lights strike a pose
But this Cannon don't shoot for shows!
Daily paper like my clothing
Step up
Tote up
Tote them weapons if you really a shoota
Told me sticks and stones would break my bones but that shit don't hurt
I got some niggas who will shoot
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
When we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up
Throw me a joint on stage, what's up
I will tell a cop that I know my fucking rights
And we can match wits
another human
Not a bit of shame in what we were doin' that day
He couldn't make us stay
We had our shit together
It don't matter whether
We sport
to blow up
Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up
Poison soaked in an acid bath
Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft
Toss it
want no job I just want to get payed
By the money that the rich people's made
They don't like it, they say I throw my life away
Get a job - shape
don't know what that means cause we're enslaved by our domes
And thats real, yeah you know the deal
Go to work, do what you're told, get paid, get a meal
Take my time with that
I don't lack
She move slow for me
Cuz I don't dance
She gonna pop her shit
And throw that back
She want some more of that
Run
I am truly an MC's duty
To throw fire at any rapper who be spittin' it booty
History unruly
The only kid rooting for Judas in Bible study
The mind is
inside a lot
Tryna not be hot and get caught
By these motherfuckin' mer
Throw that nigga in the turf
Red dead enemy ironic cuz he reppin' twelve on his
Big city life, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Big city life got me looking in the sky
Watching all these other niggas walking by
They don't like to see me
They don't
scream
Louder
But all I hear is
Under
If you prefer
Your own advice
I'll comply
Don't keep it like a stone
You're about to throw
I can feel it in my bones
have very often peeled
And of course I'm a ryebuck shearer
If I don't shear a tally before I go
My shears and stone in the river I'll throw
And I'll
6. RIPPLES
(Music: YUHKI | Lyrics: YUHKI)
I'm standing in the park Staring at the pond
Throw stones upon water
Reflection resonates the ripples
'cuz these bricks, the foundation, for my sentence
Got me callin' out for help dog
They see my color tell me, "Hell nah"
Yeah
They throw us out by
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you
Like a gymnast
Smacking it back and forth
Just like yo favorite sport is tennis
Shorty know I don't whore with my niggas
Trynna kiss all on your forehead
foes, empty words that don't mean shit
First chance that they fucking get they'll throw you into the pit
Fingers crossed behind their backs, waiting for
or might pop this pill
Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill
History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929, still
Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby,
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
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