Lyrics:
on a weekly basis
Have the authorities concerned looking at my Bank statements
I've been doing this balling on twenty pound budget
As a weekly allowance
Back
romantic
Ten and twenty, you come by the droves
Don't be scared to take off your clothes
If you're really short, get on your tippy toes
And remember,
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
on the way, but its tough to keep your guard down surrounded by snakes, thats just the truth, thats what this industry is, bunch of rappers flexing acting all
twenty-two without a clue on how to take a stand
Against this system when it's just us, wanna show him justice
But last year I was just in cuffs
What
track they play it once and pull it back, (yeh)
Lyrics class and YJ's nasty with the MAC
When you hear me through the speakers, turn the fucker
test me
I came in this game with my pockets empty and left with a roll of 20's
Theres a first time for every rhyme and every line this is mine
My 1 YEAR
planted
Firm roots like great grand pap
Married 65 years, 20 kids, same family
Strong as an ox and I'm from the same stock
So I won't be hanging out
'till I
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
where I was when I was 20,
crashing through salal alone and mumbling,
one moment thinking I'm wise
and in the next one I writhe,
trying to re-remind
asset
Influenced by my passions
I imagine
I've been fashioned
To examine
Your attractions
Testing out my techniques
Treasures in my temple, letting both
niggas no seeds. The very same logic we use when we smoke weed. 'Cause we them smart kids, dumb kids, poor kids, art kids...on a tab created by two rich
know where my phone is
Everything's hard like they're stone-ish
Do my emotions exist?
I'm headache by these lyrics
While my tears are no longer liquid
Yeah, that's right
You know who it is
Four:20 in this motherfucker
And I got my boy up in here PeeWee Tha G
And we them Corpse Town Rydas baby
Yeah,
Ain't no hidin' in the garage when we get down
Now, feel me
5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80
85, 90, 95, 100, hmm
And the of God to stand up, to stand up
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was
and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one
For every rhyme I write it's twenty-five to life
Yo, it's a must, in
완성시켰다!!!
[Credit]
Co-Produced by 김민국 임상희
Produced by MC메타 이한종 박기헌 김민국
Lyrics by MC메타 타이거JK 넉살
Composed by 박기헌
Arranged by 오병주
Keyboard 오병주
Guitar 김정우
MIDI
in prime, Don't waste your line
Check out of town
Two by Two, I will take all time
I'm twenty-one and I'm youngin Twickenham feelin fly
This is hit
a table for 20 players and mobsters?
Rollie's glisten, diamonds gleamin
Beepers beepin, cell phones ringin
(Hold up) This Haystak
(What you doin' later on?)
the Extra Abstract
Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back
It's like that, that's the only way it'll be
So if it gets said nigga, it got to be by me
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
to be by me
I represent V-A well, peace to the Cella Dwell
Washing-tons of rappers up, like my first name was Denzel
Who wanna come test and attempt
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