Lyrics:
You think I'm playing I could show you this ain't Hulu
In this black parade I'm Silk the Shakazulu
Spread love show me love I need Buku
Straight from
We just chillin', milk 'em, top billin'
Silk and pure linen top
Billin' pure linen-linen
We just chillin', milk 'em, top billin'
Silk and pure linen
strife
And This ting I’ll show
Life seeds I’ll sow
For di highs and lows
Walking on dis Silk Road
People will come and go
Some with only dreams
Some with
strife
And This ting I’ll show
Life seeds I’ll sow
For di highs and lows
Walking on dis Silk Road
People will come and go
Some with only dreams
Some with
outfit, big pith helmet
Silk pyjamas, no elastic
Big pith helmet that she came by
Somewhere on the Bakerloo line
Have you seen her silk pyjamas?
She was
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
fuckin Birdman
What about Silk the Shocker?
My name is Silk and ill shock you
Ive jus been shocked by Silk the Shocker
neighbor!
Overseas like roaming seven continents and planes
Lay my fro and wrapped silk, like halos around my brain
Address me by my alias you know my fucking
to you, what do you see?
Feel like 73 how we cruise in the street and these people keep looking to air out my peace
Got a godly physique feel like silk in
Niggas really gassed now I'm taking aim
Niggas really gassed now I'm taking aim
Silk Man by myself that's a fucking gang
Silk Man by myself that's
What rubs against your skin and is pulled taut by circumstance or chance
What loses altitude and finds itself wrapped tight around your hands
What
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?
Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
and went on my way
I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say
It was after eleven when I rocked the mic
And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped
by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss
(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)]
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw
in (ooh yeah)
All the worries, I let them go
Smooth like silk, I'm on fire (fire)
Dancing like no one's watching, taking it higher (higher)
Feeling
Yeah Nigga
Uh
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Huh What
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Huh
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Bitch uh
All
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Please raise
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
guys
Voice 2: By the way, I'm sweet. I'm like a chocolatly sweet. Can i get you guys anything?
Voice 1: You can get me a lemon because I'm sour.
Huh, she soft she silk
She soft she silk
Soft she silk
She soft she silk
Turn it op, okay
Shawty she a savage but she soft she silk
Baddy ain't no
dem smooth
We nuh silk
Some sick sociopath paranormal ting
Shot a tear stomach to pieces
Mi si beans noodle and nasty feces
People seet but never speak
Diamonds
Represent for my peoples
Word up, kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclaat bad boys
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
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