Lyrics:
my ear
Chorus: cool Keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4X)
[Kool Keith]
No affections, condom style, I
there sure to lose
Like Luther at the Apollo
Heh I must admit it's fast
As the speed of light
So I keep my mind still
Like the still of night
I jump
lyrics my nigga
Sour Patches, Pork Rines
My nigga weapon of choice is four dimes
They ain't got bars
Guess they need more time
They holding cell, I'm
chk-chk, blaow!"
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
[Parrish Smith]
On my knees at the mercy of god
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
can you be so stupid?
Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme
Play the dude? It's sucker time
I stand I take a bust in my nut
And gave birth
join the forrrrcceeee
Not the jedi kind
Ironically you still move people with your mind, and yeah you can find
You can lift them with the lyrics
Space
For my mind to take root, so
What’s knowledge in an open cipher?
Patient penning stories of a lone Ronin
Love melancholy, write past tense
In my
the weight, tell all my bench to press
My life been the shit, you niggas been depressed
You either misdirected or you incorrect
I got a Smith & Wesson, let
scene this is how I play my part
Never fuck up these techniques so your ass ain't ripped apart
Hit my bars with precision lyrics fulla shrapnel
I dated
And my lyrics really really dope
And you know we got the best smoke
So
Come down Paradise
Let's go
Shake that back like you've been tryna throw your hip
lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
More or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my
African-American with the power
Just tapped in to the cultural gin
That be swallowing our minds whole
But yo bust it
Empty-ass rappers get me fueled
and the soundcard
I sound hard 'cause the sounds large
Call me smith when sam sung thru a soundbar
And made music infused with a lucid blueprint
Even when
Sam I am
It's a open mic I take the lyric n slam
Break on her back caught it all on cam
I mastered my flow master man master plan
Don't fuck wit me
school so what you wanna do fool
I represent the real Hip Hop
Beats flows and lyrics in my spirit that's how I wanna hear it
I represent the real Hip Hop
I
Smith really went and smacked the shit out of Chris Rock (he did)
He laughed at the joke at first until he saw his wife's demeanor
Chris Rock ain't know
it's not about the price tag
Sam Smith ain't got money on his mind, fam
Biggie told me more money, more problems
But I know less money don't solve
Sometimes we feel alone
But alone ain't always wrong
Alone in a crowded room
My mind made up like a powder room
I'm the sun, giving the clouds
another word-smith to make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer, you're just bluffing
Name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing
I sing
[ P.R. Terrorist ]
Skuffed up guns, toss the filthy heat then run
Dirty Weaponry fill my clip with rusty dumb dums
It hardly worked right, When I
Rap cappin say you got a Smith & Wesson you ain't got no protection, on the mic you just messin
Your songs are trash your lyrics are fake
We smoking
to say this huh
Best believe he ain't fading up
Word smith like he's Jadyn or
Jading they new flow they saying it's cool though
Té praying that you
Handle that beef
MCs got damaged in cyphers on they own streets
So ladi dadi, forget a shotty
I put a hole in your body with my lyrics when I rock it uh
free up your mind
Start listening learn not to speak all the time
Now let me flame up the riddim with my jutsu
Who's knew, my rapping was magic but no
.jpg/212px-Sam_Smith_Lollapalooza_2015-9_(cropped).jpg "Sam Smith")
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