Lyrics:
day of the week it could be TBT
Take you out your settings replace it with my scenery
Seven am in the morning that's when you're feeling me
Seven am I
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
just cause I'm working
Don't mean that you're massa to me
Don't really think I need a deal to pass out a fee for my adequacy
A testament to my skill
Hill back in ‘98
Do the math, I annihilate
The smell was so foul when I left the scene with around 97 bodies sprayed
96 ways I could've written that line
On the clouds I dream
I’ll be by your side
Holding your hands
Walking through the flower path
You’re in my vivid dream,
Picturesque yet misty scene
We danced
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
about why I'm so angry, but that makes me angry
Now I'm stuck between anger and responsibility
But I gotta do what I gotta do,
No time to pout, I got
seems you're all I need
Six, seven, eight
Wanna love your heart, your mind, and your body
Nine
I think maybe we should give us a try girl
Ten
Ask me again
your deepest interest
It's ok if you fail, you can try again if you dare
Remember Set and Setting is the reason why you're there
Sleep is so beautiful I
the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
Of images you seein', they deceivin', you're scared
And even more shook up than the scenes that's near, I'm Dice Raw
Sting the inside of your mouth like
Yeah you're a bad woman, meaning beautiful, wonderful and good
Chorus
Only for you I'll do the things that I do
Daz:
Yeah baby, love Daz
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
a love note
And made you sign up every word I wrote
(What would you do?)
Would that make you want to change your scene
And want to be the one on my
to get away from this place.
I know that I am better than this.
I know that I am better than this.
3. The Conformist
You fucking liar.
If you're not now,
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
to flow
Yo, my M.O., making all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, ya know?
Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
To flow, and I go
need space
You heard me
Alright... talk to you later then
Why's it that any time I wanna call you
You just wanna argue
You just wanna argue
You're my
the underground scene this
Crude music could leak out
Beginning the punk idea that
Anyone could do it
Without need much musical ability to it
And this new crude
note
And made you smile with every word I wrote (what would you do?)
Would that make you want to change your scene
And wanna be the one on my team
hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love
My love
I love the way you're standing
Lips look so sweet, like cotton candy (my love)
That don't mean
needs to be driven by car, to and from campus. And you're going to take care of that. And he goes, Cool. And the negotiation was done.
I didn't know yet,
like a dressing room
And it's a cinch what the tuna do
Turn a wrench and you're convinced
I'm as jazzy as a French quarter funeral
So that were
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