Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
to read
Two years in a hole. Her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered freedom is a unspoken sound
And a wall
working on changing my whole gen
I'm pushing for it, I'm working for it, I'm getting it out the mud
Don't f*** with my people They be acting like Hoes they
demons, wanna pound my head up on the f@!#&^ cement,
But instead I repent,
You getting tired being surrounded by yes men?
I’m tired of all the nonsense,
you’re racist
I been around that sh!t man – my whole f#cking life
It’s a white people problem – it’s us – it’s the whites
We ain’t empathizing with it man
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip
So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip
We gonna teach these people out there who
( Intro )
Well alright
Yeah
Tadahh
Take Game
It go like
( Chorus )
F*** what you think I'm bout to come off rude (why)
Cause n***** out
'm a tell you party people how I began
It started when I'm living in Long Island
Hey when I was a kid I used to play in the streets
Making sounds with my
me?
[J] I hang high from a tree
[F] They ain't ready for us, nigga
[J] Obviously
[F] Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me
[Foxy]
I protect you like a vest
Teachers told me I wouldn't be shit (F*ck you bitch)
But look at me now im only 15
Make music from the heart not for the sound (F*ck the sound)
When
people off
I feel they coming out for blood
It's not my fault he's trying to f**k
You heard that right
I always know like what is up
I'm standing in
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip
So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip
We gonna teach these people out there who
in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all the party people in
the street, people crowd around me
And say, "how you make all those sounds at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control
chance
He showed me such emotion that I finally
That's what t'do if he's got some eyes
Took a notion to give in
F'Hittin on you
An' when why' took
turn now
Innovating, you ain't even heard a
Heard a sound like that
Lotta time might pass
We don't rest like inertia
Step
Ten toes are down, Midlands I
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
a plush ditch, motherfuckin' freak
f-r-e-A-K, f-r-e-A-K, f-r-e-A-K, f-r-e-A to the K, freAK
Ayooo, Tell your daddy, hit me up in the knees I'll make him
the sounds. lt
is the cackle of pigeon; woodpecker by deep.
Cut. Hear the gnah, gnah. lt is a harp with one
string only. Hear the screams of hens and tumult
don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, 'cause
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