Lyrics:
the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space, I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut you
Both the blood is red
I
You're by my side
I know
But how do I find your soul
Will you guide me through the dark times
Cause I don't know how to make it rhyme
And in my heart
to the angel eye, and paint pictures
With a pen, for the saints that die
Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies
I make, rebel music, verse
music
When I was all alone ain't nobody ever thought I would do it
Now now we do it big me and my team we make music
Living life like a dream you can call
Claim you support me in the music
But still seems like every Tuesday
Hoppin on the net to get to youtubin cause i'm still to broke to make my own music
associate Haystak with racism and rebel flags
You fucking bitch
When you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags
Hi proportion? And burning the flag
My
won't be complacent, I'm not gonna rust
Gonna take off and haters can all eat my dust!
But how can you make a record and get recognition
I'm writing
price it's like it's fashion oversite (woo)
Doubled up the shows and I tax 'em for the flights (huh)
I'm owed by the code, so don't make me ask you
Head on facing provides
Simple nourishment (Simple nourishment)
Of encouragement (Of encouragement)
Will the time (Will the time)
Make me grow , Where
Music cannot make itself,
you have to make music
Addicted to Music
I just can't get enough
Can't do without music
When am down it lifts me up
it
white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music Come on, Come on, let me hear
Play
then you should be in Jackass
Man try to come to clash and get battered
Don’t get rude or brave and try diss me
Man don’t want the beef so just miss me
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in
that you standing on buisness
Break records put me up in Guinness
Yea i'm trying to make it too the top
They said that I be doing too much
On my soul, I
episodes
Oh you
Ignite my night with all your twinkles
When thinking about you
This joy incredible
Ah what's with me
I'm knocked down by this sweet ecstasy
shit that you got to say
But to hear me rap, ya gotta pay
'Cause you heard it before and it ain't no lie
That two Live music will never die!
Check
on missing me
My father taught one thing
Its to do this shit Efficiently
So when I make my music
Hope you fuckers keep on listening
I’m feeling like a sick pup
can’t hesitate
I live my life on the stage
Loosing myself in the music that I make (that I make now)
Im on my way to the greats
Pushing myself ‘cause I
who sit in the theatre that this
Screen exists will feel as they listen
This isn't about music
This is about the difference
Between you and me this
soul is music it doesn't die
(You crack the code and then walk your way)
Time
(Stand straight)
Always passes by
(Be brave)
But it really doesn't matter
Just be realistic yeah
what are the odds that say You really gonna make it, yeah
(ha-ha-haa)
Very low... I know... But that means nothing to me, tell me
gets popped
And all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot
You just watch what I heard when the music stopped
Got this fully automatic
listen
Stay by my side, guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak
Forgive me
Enter at last, Master!
Flattering child, you shall know me
See why in shadow I
the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space, I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut you
Both the blood is red
I
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