Lyrics:
Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us
Written flows get broke down by the comas
From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallets
To fly
my my
Here we go again
My My
Here we go again
One thing that I know
Is I'm never gonna take advice
From you so called Emcees
Got punched in the face
By
started mumblin', finally said maybe
Let a ho meet a tone, "Alright then, baby"
Click, hung up on the freak
Thought about Pinkey, this ho from last week
wanted to be that person, to be taken by the light
"Eagles beak still to the streets" Quote on quote to shout out to youngboy
Burnt roses, ashes from
I'd see.
There's a darkness now I could not foresee.
An innocent man resigned to a plea.
A company in captivity by a narrator's desire to be free
Bill
Wit a reload
Let a opp kill
He be hearing from my people
New demands
For the Demons and The Reaper
Newer bends
But the Devil finna greet ya
U a man
the vault
Blowing smoking from out my lungs
Man this gypsy never done
Think about all the greatness that hasn't even begun
We having fun and living life
that I'm wrong that
You see me in a different view
Who's that
Where he came from
Out of the blue like the great white
Who can I trust by my side
Who can
the tone
I'm the villian get to pealing breaking ceilings
I'm So appealing get to killing who the niggas that be telling turn into a felon you the type
from earth I was soon called away
Oh those tombs (oh those tombs) lonely tombs (lonely tombs)
Seemed to say in a low gentle tone
Oh how sweet (oh how
From a killer
Turned a thrill
Into a tragedy
Yeah, a door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone
you can't see my crew
Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo
I'm gonna make it feel funky for you
You know it gotta be me man, T,O,N,E man
D,A,S,H I'm
saving somethin other than hip-hop
And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop
Kill em all, yield
(naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield
Some of ya'll might be affraid of what lurks in the dark
So by the wave of his hand and by the flick of his wrist
Tone brings things to light
racks on racks on my own
Turnin up I won't turn down my tone
Everything come from the dome
Hold up what is that
I just turn up on this shit
I'm about
I'm a different man from when you met me I aged up
Baby you been stuck in the past by our old love
I'm a keep it a hundred I hate us
Don't go telling
Man It feels good man
Ride around a mess of this city cause my dome is whispering "life is short"
Falling short abiding by the commandments it's
Let's take it to the stage sucker!
It's the E and I'm smoking.
Wild like Tone Loc I'm roasting, bakin' MCs
The E I'm not joking so back up
Luckily that's on the Way
Been a 浪人 by the waves
I'm out here hanging with the felons
Sacrifices that was made
But I'm steady climbing on totems
Back from
And I'm like woah
Like woah
Baby girl, hold the phone
Where'd you go?
Run from the opps, gotta stay low
Stay low
Girl, watch your tone
I'll give you
see it in your eyes
In your tone, I can hear it
Sky was the limit
Spoke about the future, I wasn't in it
Said you had plans for a man and a Bentley
But
Herman hers relationship and Herman is really a sick foolish man, who was given the name Samuels by mistake and it's not his and so he isn't a Samuels
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
the Koolaid
Tell the world the son rose before it's Doom's Day and it's too late
Aye, I said we too far gone
From the world to the kingdom from the Tone
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