Lyrics:
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
what nobody
Is here but you, spider and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't
the bottle down and then turned to search for the doorway that would
By memory, lead her toward the phone next to her chair in the living room
A straight
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
right?!
(Beat Change) V21 Woman 3
Same here!
V22 Woman 4
Me too!
V23 Woman 1
My husband said,
Dear woman, “you’re out of your head!”
(Beat Change) V24
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
a stereotype
Express yourself then you will feel alright all night
'Cause it's party time that's why I'm here
Kicking a rhyme
Get up, get down, get into
Ooo who did this beat
I like this
This nice
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Bass Dheep
Ha Ha Ha
Fuck
on paper-round
I'm wide-eyed, my time flies, I sit here and make a sound
2020 kind of breezing by
And 2015 ain't as close as 2025
So I lie here, chilling, looking
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
Ooo you in trouble
They 'bout to send them folks to your front door
Ooo you in trouble
Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget, so here's
write more, that's what I'm here for
Give it to you lot for free free free
I'm an angel, I cut the devil in half
I cut him down to 3 3 3
My names Skepta
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
Everybody's here for something
He said don't you worry we'll be fine
Then he winked his eye
It's a grey casino night
One two three four five
Ding, that's
Pursued my dreams of the radio
Waiting for my success to grow
Years went by without getting a chance
Nothing ever worked feels like I'm in a trace
If I
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
Try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got
Too much hatred in the heartland, too much talking over me.
Look around and listen, I don't exist without you in my life.
I'm having a good time by
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