Lyrics:
is a dash for cash
You'll run out of gas
It's a marathon
How long can you last
With repetitious nothing
Renditions of something
You can't create
So you
this division
Rhymes written to be hittin' like anti-proton collisions
Rap newest edition, bringin' the feminine in renditions
In rare form,
is everywhere.You said
Who says no to love?
If they understand the consequence ask for your permission
Endless rendition
A life without you,
like missy on the verse good
on the hook right
(right)
what im doin now is so ridiculous
(ridiculous)
and what im giving you in the rendition is
classy
His family never knows the truth
'Cause he gets caught when he tells the truth
No friends to lose or time to betray
The rendition from the papers
This one is, um
A short rendition
In which, uh, me and a pianist mate of mine
By the name of Prince Paul
I shall not relieve, I mean reveal,
and Round
I believe love comes Round and Round
Singing the rendition
Of hope in my condition
Caught up in defending
That truth is never ending
And now the six merry murderesses of the Crookem County Jail
In their rendition of 'The Cell Block Tango'
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero,
you see
Confirm their worst suspicions and they run
And they feel it most
The holy host
A boast or diatribe
Long renditions
New conditions for
with the naked eye
Only ever in artist's renditions
Or a scattering of pixels on a monitor, with the colors tweaked to add a bit of flair
Even our own
horses galloping
Rendition craft landing
Mayhem, mayhem
Wild horses sucked up in a hurricane
Villainous, villainous
Villainous, villainous laughter
you make yourself
You are what you make yourself
Better face the fact
Death is rendition
Once you have risen you're gone
Let us raise a glass
To a rendition of "dude, dad's pissed"
Tell dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new gill hue
Still out-mule any last strafing
to stay in your genre?
Then protest the villain them
Rendition of "La Bamba"
Emcees speaking, they in need of some jojoba
All this up in here malik yoba,
From the words used in a love note
Or from an empty page
While I struggle with these beauties
And my renditions end up dry
I'm like a bird that
His family never knows the truth
'Cause he gets caught when he tells the truth
No friends to lose or time to betray
The rendition from the papers
When it rains and it pours
People they try to ignore
The storm clouds that forms
Reality, but these renditions they
Visit from door-to door be it
my position
Technician, renditions more freaky than Rick James
Fly like airplanes thru all it remain the same
My cuts like Freddy Krueger
Dont need
in repitition, words never heard before
but still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack
from dawn to dusk, for liberation
Driven I will never
Reality, renditions of vicious cycles
Never thought it would come true
Detrimental to our survival
That we separate from the one who
Run his mouth like
leaking, juice, bitch, you see 'em drinking
Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen
Now you fucking going off cooking up a new rendition
Buenas dias
Hey, where you going?
Hey, where you going?
Does dasvedonya really mean good morning?
Please spare
me derision
I'll do my
rendition
A lengthy
to display
A brand new rendition of style that I have
It'll only take a moment of your time, four minutes
Then it will be beneficial when it is replenished
mentality nothing but flavor
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
The moral of my oral ammunition rendition
Tuna fish on a Marc seven collision
We be forever
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