Lyrics:
pullin' weight yeah
Home studios, cd burners, label pressers
Merch designers, producers, writers, and story tellers
The story tells you what? This ain’t
do we go when this is all wrong?
Innocent times I tried
Burner CDs, Bytes
Taking out time just fine
Another dick ride
40 Films, 8, 9
Wait did I say
Make a turn then dip with the bass on max (woo)
Yeah they heard my shit, yeah they heard my shit
(I know you heard it) streaming, no CDs
No burners
Hulking out screaming On The Map is my banner.
I ain't even out, counting up the odds, Timmy Turner
Feeling famous with a couple hundred CD's in the burner
The fall catastrophic, the CD hot out the burner
So we drop it
And ya poetry is caka
Mine written on the walls by cucarachas
It's pissing on the stoop by
at the camera
My memory is filling up
They get away with murder
And frame it like we deserved it
Bringing up rap sheets
While the media burn us
Like CD's in 2010
in my face like don't steal out songs Lars
While Sony sells the burners that are burning CD-are's
So Warner EMI hear me clearly
Universal
Late night calls
On the burner phone
On the burner phone
Yeah Yeah
Just called to check
Think I left the burner on
Left the burner on
Yeah Yeah
Asked
hot burners
I vibe like no other man when
I'm in another land
Use a rubber band
I don't love her man
Bell till I bail ride till I die
Yes I'm that gang
9teen
Goal inaflame ka burner
Stay on your lane ka farmer
Yes we can alidai Obama
Stick kwa plan ka data
Ikikam naitake na ubaya
Nani yangu sioni
up a bun road like CD weh bootleg
When the ting shot, you better get a bulletproof vest
You vex through your new girl turn your new ex
You expire, our
eight months for a burner? It's going down
Why they selling niggas CD's for under a dime?
And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9?
Why my
eight months for a burner? It's going down
Why they selling niggas CD's for under a dime?
And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9?
Why my
a reason why
Recording forty million dollars eps
I was a shorty really selling cds
Got it in order
They gon see these v v s
I'm selling quarters this a q b
Heart full of pain
But I'm still with the gang
Southside is where we hang
With the gang catching stains
Gotta keep a burner for the flames
Yeah you
watch got TV's in, CD in play
Wanna find D-O, I'm knee-deep in MJ
(Boy), I'm (Bad)
And You've Got Mail
And I need brain - she said (Yes) like he 112
rocking til morning
with the bird, until the hawks start hawking
Bounce with me, me and my man keep things hitting
Hop in the Benz 2000 Benz with the CD
the biddies frustrated
Pull her out the corner, got me feeling like Swayze
Yeah
Pulling out the burner, feeling like KD
Oh, haha
Man, they really can't take me
handlin' my business. Doin' me, nigga. Niggas runnin' in the studio nigga with burners nigga. Shootin' a joint up, nigga. Lookin' for a nigga. But ain't
a CD and didn't have no beats
That nigga D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell
My back shot to help
ordinary
And if the burners blow foes
Is in the mortuary
Here to prevent the destruction
Of this rap music
Find a blank spot on my wall
And put a plaque
black fabric
Black magic, rap magic, rap logic, Diggy got it
Check, D, on CD, now you fiend me
Big screen TV, now you see me, plush livin'
Touch
gave me back my leather jacket
And now it's out of style
And I warned you that that incense burner
Would set my house on fire
Now I'm not gonna
Mike Strange
Welcome to our world
Turn your CD's up
Woo, yeah, ah (motherfuckers think they know us)
Guess who's back? D-Twizze, O-Trizzy
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