Lyrics:
off white without fucking wit Virgil
At the table with the 50 cent ox
Chopping rocks back when the first 50 cent dropped
Before the tours, live cover
us
No Johnny
No hype man no tour dates
No deal no DJ
Just a passion for the wordplay
For a decade I surveyed
And what I noticed
Is all this hokus pocus
the fuck out
Like desktops by Dell
I dumbed it down for 16
But it's so cold you can't tell
Tizzle
Nigga I once won the Tour de France
But was disqualified
escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for her to be smoked
Then I
an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nothin' for
a cat skin
White with a pretty hand
Wish the little beast gone
Half-made man
Elvis has honor
Not half-boned siksura
Heavy Betty big bone
Ain’t acting so tough and bad now, is you?
How is you gonna try to match wits
With the manuscript manufacturer most demanded by masochists
Savage, bitch,
Vacation, let's go (Vacation)
Take a trip, we can go anywhere
Put your finger on a map and we get there
White sand, clear water, escaping
Rock with me let's
Park you dyin with Kenny
While you bailin I'm trailin
Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence
When I walk by you better not be kickin
always at as much risk
I bet by that time they'll be singin' a different tune
With no rhyme I assume tisk tisk tisk
Earth Day, Earth Day
Every day
always at as much risk
I bet by that time they'll be singin' a different tune
With no rhyme I assume tisk tisk tisk
Earth Day, Earth Day
Every day
three gangstas in a Cadillac
With TV's, CD's, some weed and three weeks
Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains
Hats and white T's, fag acts
your boy's career, still no arrest yet
Snow white yacht in my red Yeezys
Ed Sheeran got the city streets tweakin'
On a back block you may catch
on the dice side
I made a seven piece punch and ball, bitch
I'm feeling like I'm Metta Piece
AR with the legs
Crawl up on you like a centipede
Real card cracker
that, punk?
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go
certain for
Churches and cheers
Newcomers beat by old-timers
Clickin' in years
Jetsetters catching jets and Lears
Aggressive, pumpin' Melle Mel's message
When I was three, I watched Queen air a rhapsody on a black and white TV
Grandpa drank Courage and smoked a Woodbine
Sat with my aunt, uncle and me
lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
With four
flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats
I attended
Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it
Kicked out the house at the age of 18
No money for college, mmm, how should I handle
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