Lyrics:
they give you reason
Leona Lewis, my heart is bleeding
Rightfully so, my beliefs are treason
Everyone has theirs, guess it wasn't my season
I just tried
run and leap and jump in
That pussy like a track meet, yeah
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey)
Yep, that ought to do it
(Do it) , give it that Carl Lewis (Lewis
von Däniken couldn't even question my history
Been spittin' like I was an M16
You might wanna run and take cover when I'm lettin' go another
Send
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
is going to be the death of me
your humour hits me like a train
don't tie me to the tracks again
you say i should be grateful
cause everything in
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
show up at the track and I make your ass run faster
From the classroom to the lab to the gym I'm on my grind
What's this work-life balance? For me
jokes or fakers, this ain't nothing to be played with
We drop hits and cut that weakness, we hit every rhyme so witness
Every bar by far with greatness
hun, check out the way I friggity-freak the track, umm
I diggity-do-ray-me-fah-so nigga me go like that, umm
wit the Books, iggity-oops, I get more
You might wanna gather your data
It's the Riddler, I kid you not, with Scratch the Mad Hatter
Somewhere in the manor with the boys getting langered
I'd rather drop bags
You should know the Bandana Don
Run rap marathon tracks around
Any rapper, they never last long
That's why they always wanna go
countdown
Zack Berry it's now your time
To get murdered by my rhymes
Murderous flows going over your head
You are too friendly act like Ned
Can we talk about
Check the data or the data
James Belac'll have ya in the back of an Acura
Acting madder than the mad hatter
Had to splatter cataclysm for
in track Lewis Tewanima
Boarding school Natives made it to the Olympics
Writers said he was lazy about his fitness
He was on the ship running laps
and big cities
No dough, its a lotta caffeine, gotta have cream
That's why we run this rap scene like a Carl Lewis track team
D-you'a, representin New
run to the net,
cnd put cash to the head,
But jump on a track,
cnd tell you,
Who my man actually qweffed,
Tell you the date,
cnd time,
With the face,
the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we dropped 'em
Like a hoe, fight 'em like Carl Lewis in the ring
Then started to get to stabbin' leave a trick
in that
Make dope songs n run with that
My track record
Is like Carl Lewis being injected
With some of that eyes rolled back
But you should know that
Joyner Lucas
(Joyner) took a little break
I'm back and still got it
Never get a rhyme by stackin' this profit
Yeah they been shocked and
Mad that Vin's
Before I start this shit, lemme finish it off
I can rip apart a track without giving it all
And I'm hearing niggas rap; holy shit, I'm appalled
Nigga
thinking upward in my cranium
Heavy Metal in my veins it runs
Liquid gold with cold uranium
I can power up a UFO and
I won't lose control
I hold my weight in
you true hip-hop fans, you know the Ak's takin care of ya
Slap your ass with real rap
I keep it underground, like subways, so I can stay on track
I'm
worth
Said it was tenable
Until the tentacles
Wrapped around their testicles
Vestibules lined with
Vegetables
And fresh-chopped bats
By the lunch-ables
in bank accounts with apostrophes
Then spill it back
That is not fact but run it back on the track, it's a wise hypothesis
Don't ever cross me, Not
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