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My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick
I'm a private guy and you know nothin' 'bout my
to write lyrics
In a cold sweat heard magnums in my dreams my ears ring
So this time on the mic I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good
I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
Ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
Pras, take
an listen to mi lyrics
Yuh nuh hear bout di Lieshah di ball head prophet
Word of Elijah, di man used to spread it
John di most righteous man yet still
I diss you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
Wish you could see me fall apart
When I'm without you
The butterflies in my chest make my thoughts go dark
These lyrics dancing in my mind
These feelings
to then
I don't have to swear, curse or juggle
Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble
So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem
There's
don't have to swear, curse or juggle
Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble
So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem
There's girlies
a meeting
I got some new lyrics up in my head
Write and i write 'til i run out of lead
I wouldn't stop if the light was on red
I got some new shit ya heard
to then
I don't have to swear, curse or juggle
Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble
So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem
There's
sweat
Shit your pants, get in your step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in
nigga Pooh (Pooh)
The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true (huh?)
And try to pin some shit next to your name that you ain't even do
like Yeah!
Stumble, fumble, crumble Kris kicks these lyrics in the jungle
Making all these rappers mumble
Bass n drum to this all under this I got
to then
I don't have to swear, curse or juggle
Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble
So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem
There's
fucking prey
Unleash a fucking clip of all the lyrics in my brain
And after you hear the shit
Your whole body will be drained
But who I am to say
This
a grief
This is no Pelican brief
My Speech
[Chorus:]
People, well unnuh clean out yuh ears an listen to mi lyrics
Yuh nuh hear bout di Lieshah
the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mic and you know I'm not lazy
I'm pumpin' up the lyrics in a smooth way
I drop 'em like a bum rush much as what we say
the mic and then I clear my throat
First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat
It's Eazy for me to come off like this
So you can kiss my ass where
like Yeah!
Stumble, fumble, crumble Kris kicks these lyrics in the jungle
Making all these rappers mumble
Bass n drum to this all under this I got
with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties, it
shotter Jme
That's my old lyric from back
In the day, same flow, same styley
Heard my bars on the Roll Deep Show
So much better like
You're a jackass just
secrets laying down in lyrics
Lines in lyrics leads the path I'm paving
These feels do not support hand shaking
From my mind down to my soul I'm wrecking
here with a fistful of lyrics
In body and spirit my head's in the clouds
Blood to my head, blood to my head
Like a rush of blood to my head
I've
before me
In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory
In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics
In my demise, some will remember me in
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