Lyrics:
you
Die-Verse baby cause these lyrics might kill you
And if you was a basketball I'm fouling out to steal you
Faking don't be different I'm just finding
You want our beats and lyrics, you want to get them
Watchin' you sink into the depths of opportunism
Missing the point, music's about love not
a metamorphosis
God, you know my destiny 'cause you gave me this gift
You the one who put this breath in me to make me spit these lyrics
You done gave a nigga
visitin' no beyond the beats
To lyrics you are listenin'
Everything I am is probably
Everything they not so
You can call me Moon Man
I have no plan
I just
might be sad that you played yourself
Cause you stepped up, chest puffed out
And in just one lyric, you got snuffed out
Cause rhymin is serious, I'm
Fuck the money, fuck the wealth,
Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics,
You sit on a fucking shelve,
Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant,
watch me
Flip it, with dope lyrics, you want to hear it?
Observe my ways and actions, I grab the mic
And draw attractions
To the table, I'm a hit you
with no lyrics
Without you oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
I'm not me Without you
Voices with no words
They cant be heard
Dont leave me silent
Stranded in
steps ahead
"One, two" steps ahead
I'm way ahead of you, yes I'm on top
It's me instead of you, with the lyrics you fear it
So get near it,
what you sittin on
Something you could never get the rhythm on
And I'm on African goddess
Oshun in my spirit
Hope in my lyrics
You knew you could hear it
off
But it won't, if you choose to walk and speak soft
Deep into my lyrics you sink, quicker than quicksand
That's how we separate the boys from the men
flow unlimited ammo so
If you don't understand my lyrics you conjo
You'll find the text if you scroll below the video YEAH, HOLD ON
This beat is so
of yall
I don't think you wanna get the man involved
Don't trust the number, I won't answer calls
That man actin out yea he must have some gall
Cuz when I
passion
Just hitting a lick
I hear the gibberish all in your lyrics
You claim you the goat but you’re really a Simp
You don’t get it though
All these clones
don't want to fuck with Kris is
Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for style I break you like dishes
Either you come fully correct or the lyrics you
got lyrics you wish you had
Don't care how big you are I'm sure we're surely to cross paths
I may not be gay but if come my way I'll tenderize your
Ear to the street, my lyrics, you could feel a pulse (feel a pulse)
Put your glass up, let's have a toast (salute)
Twenty years in this game, me,
You can take some of your lyrics as you know
You'll understand when I'm dead
I mean, these disturbed kids can take these lyrics and say
"You know
special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic
Yeah, I'm manufacturin the sickest metaphor
Lyrics you're not ready for
Hear it, I keep a steady score
Of suckers and muthafuckas who like to suffer
I
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lama duma lama, you assumin' I'm
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(Clip of Motown song "Mr. Big Star" fades into lyrics)
You can hear the music
Of the AM radio
The VCR and the DVD
There
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