Lyrics:
included rhymes into my prayers
But that rhyme is all on paper, I want my song on vinyl plates
I dreamin' hits and doin' shows, makin' my niggas spines
five of all time with the live show
I walk up on the hands of people like a tight rope
And sold out key arena five times with my eyes closed
Whose
[Intro]
Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about my
Hiroshi Fujiwara
Fragment but I'm coming for the whole enchilada
Kapital but capital is not the only part of the saga
I need needles to help me sow up my
Prole
Or my stereo provided me with rhythm and soul
I don't know, all I know is I feel guilt for
Every single thing I've ever bought and sold
I
fled the place brung out they bed of nails to spread the sails
racing for milk and bread but I got big big plans i ride a big boat with a big ol
ice on my heart and put tats on my scars (no)
Might won a battle but lost the war (lost the war)
1017, we bought the bar
I got sixty shots in this
She told me she feeling special
She wanna hear her name on my beat but babes It don't fit this instrumental
I smoke zeggies, not menthols
She's telling
the mix up with your arrival time.
I had the foresight. Then my third eye
was calcified by tap water fluoride.
I don't know what defines real man, so
Not many get to what I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside
progress is the model
Man the first show that I ever done sold out was in chicago
Yeah, yeah, living like I've been ready to die
Maybe not, I don't know why
to
I sent my links, you know the works, but so did many in my school
I was in awe, but I was determined to impress my city
So I kept my head down
but I'm hungry like an addict
I wanna go sleep, but I sold my mattress
I roll with the heat cause I ain't got the magic
You ask about me and ill tell ya
bought 'em but anyway I had a good day
(I had a good day) i had a good day
(I had a good day) , I had a good day
You know that I caught 'em, I sold 'em
Some move away to make a way, not move away 'cause they afraid
I brought back to the hood, and all you ever did was take away
I pray for patience but
NIGHT GOAT:
She was my way da bed and i could run my teeth.
It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty
As for me, icy gleaming pinky
've been lost
Felt I've been crossed
[Intellect] Not too soon but before I just can't think
[Intellect] In a blink, I listen to my first INSTINCT
When
my mysteries!
Every track that I've made is a part of history!
It's not another sad song with suicidal themes!
To be honest it's not the main goal
the reverend
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that bang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
Have to do
Some move away to make a way, not move away 'cause they afraid
I brought back to the hood, and all you ever did was take away
I pray for patience but
with the taste
of a momentary lie
The fantasy twists
my veins are turning dry
but I want you by my side
I want you so
Your rare scent that nobody
the fuck just happened
Hours later I would be walking down the road and get picked up by a chick who says she'll
Drop me off at my apartment, but first she
know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy nigga better not provoke me (nah)
Came in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you
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