Lyrics:
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
working on for Alicia Keys
And Beyoncé songs for his own third
Album and a European tour
Which he says he wants to model
On Pink Floyd's The Wall
Tour he's
shermhead
And no-one can tell me any different he's
My fucking favorite ever
I love him so much he's a shermhead
I produced a song off his first album
I
boy, kill the pussy
I still pack a man like I'm AC-DC
This a caribbean connection
Wyclef should've won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, 'cause I really been there before
Four scores
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, 'cause I really been there before
Four scores
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
that sent for me
Back in Black
AC/DC that's my strap
On a highway to hell
Young kilo got the map
Ain't no fear
Ain't no danger
Couple bones in my chamber
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
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,
back
The only thing I see
Are four walls and
Shot out to Kendrick
Cause they can talk back
Straight to my ears
I'm goin' psychopath
Break point for your
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
for the man"
Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
DMC, we have a mid-thirties male found down, unresponsive
Possible overdose, substance unknown
Pulse is 60 and thready, respiration's eight
He's
and put out that wack flow track?”
He’s looking for a rap that’ll make him stack dough fast
And come out with a whole album like “I’m in 2Pac mode class!”
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
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