Lyrics:
to break in the calm
Created by strange tongues that praise the norm
But while they make a living giving false testimony
I often impress the ceremony
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
Fuck hoes raw dog
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces
Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen
When I make moves, I ride the train with my cousin
a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space
But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn
niggas pulled pins
Blow up where yo crew live
Throw it up
Throw it up
Throw it up
All my niggas pulled pins blow up where yo crew live
Throw it up
to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin' from Da Lench Mob
Is how you survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental
to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end
With my pistol, runnin' from Da Lench Mob
Is how you survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental
the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting
I know a melancholy deeper than the sounds produced by the vocal cords of Chali 2na
With the instrumental, I get intimate like a couple doing kama
(Aw, yeah)
You be feelin' it deep in your soul
Tryna' deny that yo peachy world done lost control
We live and die in the dust that we came from
No
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
Its been too fucking long since I been in this seat man
Im back though
This the beginning
The beginning of the end
Let me tell y'all how I been
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
and Flavor Unit in effect
It's Queen Latifah with the RE posse
Flavor Unit sound
Broken down by the Boogie Down (Productions)
Slip and slide to a Sly & Robbie
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time
Suddenly I had the urge to purge the mental
A smooth instrumental blessed my
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light
two piece combo
I'm a king with a queen riding shot gun
You just another one biting the dust son
On the outside trying to get in the trust fund
A female
On a summertime kick back we rockin it nice,
Hanging with Aesthetics Crew sippin’ lager with lime,
My partner in crime, big Blaze sparkin’ a dime,
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
is gonna rock your mind huh
Flash two times
Beat beat, you in the crew hold it
Why don't you find somebody and party
I like this part
Get down
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