Lyrics:
Yeah
You know, 1990 begins a new decade
And since I got paid and blew up like a live grenade
It's been a three, four year stretch
And I'd just
Yeah...
You know, 1990 begins a new decade
And since I got paid and blew up like a live grenade
It's been a three, four year stretch
And I'd just
The lyrics that you're spitting
In your songs
You're just snitching on yourself
You think what you do is making it better?
I'm not trying to open your mind
I'm
about
(Yeah) Shit it's serious
You hear these lyrics that I'm spittin
You see me comin
I bout that K, best be gettin
Fire spittin
Guts
the floor on a noose and watch your ass choke
Feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate
Hide your dome, the Cartel will penetrate
Your damn cranium,
and watch your ass choke
Feel the lyrics that blow, how it detonate
Hide your dome, the Cartel will penetrate
Your damn cranium, punk, who's the baddest?
You
a predicament with imitators want to take my style and other bit of my flow
all this copy cattin on my lyrics that ya chattin betta stop until the gunshot's
you to groove with it
You've got to move with it
Here's what you do with it
Now it's on you, kick it
Check the lyrics that's flowin' right over
The way we control it, it's like Cyclops (Cyclops)
It's all locked (all locked), it don't stop (don't stop)
It's so funky that I keep it in a Ziploc (keep
arrived and yo, the dream has survived
But many died tryin and they're the ones that paved the way
Real live supermen and -women save the day
So that we
on there death beds
My teritory is what you vacate
The realm is mine so let me say that
This is a play that goes without saying
A disease of lyrics that is
Brainiac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
Can you find ya way through the lyrics that be
away
Now October the 1st
Is my Remembrance Day
Though there's blood in your veins
And air in your lungs
We pray for a fallen brother
We lost you way too
supposed to be woke, was livin' in the past
We had lyrics that spoke through spirits and cut like glass
The warrior poets, part gladiator, part priest
Who
not I would be in my grave
Bruises cuts and scars
I just hide them up in my lyrics
That's up in my bars
I'd be dead before you could hear it
I know that
and amplifying when we come in wit de swing.
Just follow in de back and naturally harmonising,
Climb into position wit syncronised things,
Live from out de
and amplifying when we come in wit de swing.
Just follow in de back and naturally harmonizing,
Climb into position wit synchronized things,
Live from out de
spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V
Be
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
now
We gon' get busy like this here
Murderer when it comes to a rhyme
Homicide, never doin' no time
Take my lyrics direct
I'm always gettin' respect
I
nigga
You judged by the circle you choose to fill my nigga
Thats why I built places out of my lyrics thats where I live my nigga
Never ever had to fear
when I roll yeah I stand on my own two
Sometimes I've fell through and I've never let loose
Just let it settle cos I aint messing
With them little bitch
soul that genuinely cared for us all
And this here is a poem to to our dear friend, and brother that we lost
Yeah
And even though you're gone we still
to use it for this chorus
Don't talk shit, fuck off
I'm having one of those days
Where every single lyric that I put
On a pagе is just garbage
I feel like
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