Lyrics:
quit your day job
You batty boys ain't even on my radar
Order breasts of veal at Walt Frazier's
Dog, my women come in
All flavors, fold paper, lord save
spit in it
For telling all those racist lies and perpetuating hate
David Duke
It's such an easy rhyme
But you make me want to puke
Sell your soul for
a hustle, somethin that'll make some cash
Don't step on the gas, you're goin way too fast
In your new sports car, you're dreamin again!
Snap out of it - I
to high school, nuthin but a tease
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please
Walkin down the street wit yo'
box in your hand... hot damn!
I never
you soft
You just hating because all my dues are paid off
In the rap game, they treat me like Adolf
But your bae want to watch me, David Hasselhoff
have joy, have joy!
Have joy, through trials, have joy!
Have joy, have joy, have joy!
Let your faith and patience be exercised!
In the Lord your God
Peeped it from the door
Your whole style muerto
File the shit under concierto de David
Better be cierto
Better be petro
My ex on some mobile shit now
That
My mother said, "Son, that's the way it should be
Your name is Super Rhymes, you'll be an MC"
So then my father put me on a meteorite
Sent me
Why am I alone? In this empty cave,
It's cold and dark, and the pain is slow
And the pain is slow
Why am I alone? X2
I will have to tell,
me in some gators
No I'm not icy bitch I'm definetly a glacier
Certified NY wife taker
Old school game like Walt, Clyde, Frazier
Pockets of money like
my way
Is a giant waiting for me fit for fight
But this time I won't give in, no
I will fight him, I will win, ooooh
Cause this time I won't give
step, kid
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (The Inspectah Deck)
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell
step, kid
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (The Inspectah Deck)
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell
What if today was all you had?
Would you still hold on to your past?
Or Would you reach for what you have
And live every moment like your last?
Three
done been slam dunked on ya
You did a lot better on the corner
Cause I can tell by your game, you ain't a baller uh
I done be shot the three-pointer
I'm making one side of the triangle
Now I'm making the bottom
There's a clock clicking in this room
Get on your broom and fly with me
Fly with me
I
your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
This goes
At your house
Don't you see
You invited me
Let's get back to the beat
Yeah, let's go
Cherry pie
Give it to me
Black coffee
Give it to me
David Lynch
Give
Riding the skies in the darkness
The mission I start is not done yet
Revealing your soul and you're heartless
And taking... Your, life
Walking in
Seen em tryna put me down after all I done for em
Ever been let down by those you wanna die for em
Lost a lot of things that should have held tight
and niggas
With all the cappin'
40 karats in my Philly
This nigga was all platinum
Huh? You little niggas in the way
This million dollar payday's me and
My
ill like me
Approachin' me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! open
won't test me with this 45 (Uh, huh)
'Fore I ride the wave
(Oh) , I rather get hit by a bus
All this shit is sus
It's like grown men in Toys "R" Us (Ha)
it
In the City of David
And see the one that created
Everything that has life
Know his name Jesus Christ
By his people he was hated and crucified
I'm
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