Lyrics:
My intuition is telling me they'll be better days
Yeah, my intuition is telling me they'll be better days
I like this tone
Yeah, my intuition is
(black)
Mark Morrison (Morrison)
The return of the Mac's from Kennington (Kennington)
Who's signed a contract as a veteran?
Name MizMac, I'm
even open my mouth to speak
I bomb drop on those that
Be making y'all weak
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
I be the king from the
Streets of Hollis,
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
Ay, this might seem small
But it's a big step for me
I went from crawling out of bed every day of the week
To walking on my own two feet
I'm walking
bruh this ain't a Malcom X movie
We growin' from that
Let Ye be Ye, oh wait a second, do
Y'all-y'all agree with that? Let Ye be Ye
Wait a second, I
health
It makes you wonder if this Mr Johnson ever liked us
Was treating all the Covid stuff like it was tonsillitis
I could talk for days about him,
that when I spray
I go red in the face
Hotline bling on my page
Bring more cash to the gang
I had a damn good day
Thought I'd be used to this by now
I
Dateline the early 1970's
Now world famous rock quartet
The Doors, lead singer James Morrison
Has recently died
While down but certainly not out
front of his girlfriend
It saved her life, but not his own
Now down here we groan, where he went is unknown
What courage from this man
Yes I have become
can buy the bitch a ring every day
Stop this rap shit, turn to a mob any day
Bossman, I could get homie dropped any day
I'll slap the shit out Donald
treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes
Jackson: Nothing, my cousin left, my mom isn't coming, this whole day has been boring as fuck, this shit suck
James: Ah come on dude... let me tell you
James and take it and ride
Yes, yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all
This time I'm aiming at the neck dog
It ain't no ducking when I'm bustin'
Okay I hit it from the back
I make her twist and turn
Ain't in love with her in fact
I think her vision blurred
Cause she be sayin this and that
It's
may be blinded by the scripts
Pass the L, the lass tells us an absurd tale
All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
700 volts holds rap
able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by
the blues like hill street, or more news than huey lewis
Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey
Well this nigga don't play
Do yourself
stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes,
You no go wise so you think we skim
Oh no we are driven by a dream
To build this city
To stand like a city on hill
Like ancient Babylon from scratch
Welcome to my world
We keeping it hot as a flame
They can feel the heat from way back
It's a new day I'm not the same
Lost time then I found my way
probably is from Huey off the Boondock
Bitch I’m on the money train
Sticks on the fucking banks
Family full of beavers
Here to rob it call me Jessie James
We keep on working one day the fake shits go dropping out
My rhymes like James Ward prowse
Your song turn it out new wave the better's my dirty south
Mi all about mi rings, like mi ah jordan
Memba dem days, when mi left yard den
Shudda call mi james, cuz mi life harden
Now mi so grown, and mi all pon
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