Lyrics:
shine
Cause I'm two words and eight letters, self-made
And I make my own cheddar, nigga, I'm self-paid
Start a problem with gang, it's finna be hell
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
at the centre of the earth.
No sign of hate, a four-letter word.
The children are playing in air you can breathe
People got dreams, people achieve.
what you follow
( Word up, check this one )
Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses
(Word up, check this one)
Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses rich, wars
to live, because I want to be one of them
Not have mindless words
But substance sustained by a righteous covenant to obtain treasures
Desired by those who
only insults 8 people out of
10 and questions your intelligence
Four letter words or four-syllable words
Won't make you a poet
It will only magnify how
I feel brand new ‘cause of you
(Better, Better, Better, Better)
(4x)
I feel brand new ‘cause of you
Gave myself a makeover, I did over
You ever
Jooste
Sy girlfriend en ‘n perd
Maar hoeveel mense se lewens
Is al lankal niks werd?
Dis Cyril Ramaposa
En Pik Botha se dood
Daai kinders by Driehoek
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
ruined
Brand Nubian, the name alone stands
Overseas fans be shoutin different accents
So hence the black prince from 2-0
Soft-spoken but my words
you roll the dice, I hope I bring back a nine to four
We rode the block from day to night, we used to work from 'bout nine to four
He let off shots
bank don't sell no beer, and we don't cash no checks."
Now them truckers never talked about nothin' but haulin'
And the four-letter words was really
I'm a ryder
Smoke the good dro
Carry the 4 4's
? my door
I'm a ryder
[Drag-On]
What ya niggas just say
To every word I say
Niggas left me
compromise
One of these things is not the same
That four letter word erased my name
It's on the tip of my tongue
It's on the tip of my tongue
Silent teeth
reasons
Only spirit
It is gambling time
So show them that it's more than wisdom
One rhythm, two people
Three, four times, five letters
Tell me, shall we
i'll rock nations just gotta bomb harder
True history in the making
Those 4 letters that i live by so the mystery is vacant nigga! Ty!
Ayo ty, wassup!
like bayonetta
I can kill a rapper with the words, im shooting with the letters
Niggas always count on onmi, cause i can do it better
I can make it only
a big stepper
Earned my letters
Like life earned stripes my pen nice
Paint pictures with the words i write
They took my cousin life but i'm still blessing
goodbye
You kissed my mouth in brand-new places
Filled your camera with our faces
Wrote love letters underneath my name
Crawled in my arms everytime
(like what)
Ace on the beat so you know we gon run it back (4TN Ace)
Way i rhyme all my words cause a heart attack
I can see niggas that envy been
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
the blue blood
Couldn't strike back
Once again, gotta prove he's no slouch
Gets on the phone, calls Oscar the Grouch
Tells him he'll get ten-thousand a head
left by loved ones
People we trusted once
And heard the name, Unworthy
When we've been drowning in discouragement
Living in a seemingly never-ending
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