Lyrics:
can't light a fire to the higher hier
I am Michael Myers on the mic
I'm like the rhyme supplier
In this world of pied pipers
No matter what it is, if
Just pull up, Klay Thom, I don't dribble like that
Nigga shoes untied, how I'm tripping like that
I don't know what I did, got em feeling like that
Bitch
a track and it ain't coming out?
What if you right?
What if I'm fine?
What if you right and I cannot move on?
What if you right and I'm still holding on?
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
I'm the man
Doubled down if you second guess (uh)
Picture me shook, we get it shaking
Look Thom ain't erasing an etch or sketch (bar)
Bar them to death,
[Mad Lion:]
Oh someone go on like them ya born to find if I bought them
Born for prime star
They are my friend, or they are my enemy
So you call
and the Eauzone crew
On the streets of Water I'm known as Evan C.
But on this track you can call me Killer Bee
716 is where I reside
With my roommate Arthur, what
endeavour
And would you look at this
As if this was all pre-planned out ahead of time by some corporate multimedia synergist
Right on cue
Here comes the swarm
casket 'cause the smoke I
Spit will give you lung damage
If you wanna come and grab what I'm grabbin'
You'll have to lift weights and wait
'Cause
Tonight the Calicoe pop tonight
He might've missed the punch but
I'm quick to punch, so watch the right
If I steal him that shit'll
Cost me, y'all can copy,
Red Bull
Pedal to the metal, I'm rippin' this shit
'Cause right away I'll give it to a bitch like a pedestrian, deadly as ever
You see what kind
)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
You know what the fuck we
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
you enjoying this whole fame thing?
PW: Right!
KW: That’s right due to exposure
I’m able to have these things be
Seen by so many people if
Matthew
sippin' like i'm in the pub or the club
stylin' of mp multimedia and the mp drug
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your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
that the feelin was right
But if you get lost scream out and admit
That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit
I'm not the kind to give you
of light
And if you tryna catch me by the tail mid-flight
You know I just might
Take a little bit faster, boy I'm Preaching like a pastor, get the beat,
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
Places that I've have been, things that I have seen
What you call
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
And wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alright then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad we got them
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Niggas better get it right
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