Lyrics:
a heavyweight
A rap teacher, here, let me demonstrate
Better than ever, I'm tougher than leather
Gotta make sure Lords of Funk stay together
To rock violators one
say I'm the one
I like to have a knock I handle business like its rocks
And let my blind blow when the drop check the hard top
Its kill pretty through
a girl in real life?
Don't you want a crib? You could fuck all night
Don't you wanna buy yo' mom something real nice?
Don't you wanna stunt? Live that
Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be
Star of the Roc, kid, you're not Sean Connery
But like The Rock I'm surrounded by watery flows
Still it really
haunted by my decisions
I'll admit balancing wants and needs comes with a price
And I'm paying it twice, first with the cards
Second with the interest,
a fan of me
Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Ten hours go by not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing they kept
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
Diego but I'm 29
Chadd won, Jay came in second
Good thing I can rhyme (San Diego)
Teddy sent the beat without the tags on it
(They know)
Built trust like
fifty-seven y'all
While playin' racquetball
Maybe y'all is playin' Dragon
Ball and sniffin' Adderall
The cuete little but it splash
'em like a cannonball
the season
and then I rushed to seven sisters and I met the magic rabbi there and he called me by my sweet name
and he took me in his magic cape and he told me
I’m a beast of the underground
Hotter than lava rocks
You don’t know what time it is
Then go out and cop a watch when drama pops
We fade niggas out
My style explicit I’m explicit live with it now
Get with it if you feel it shit is real now
I don’t ever lie about what I do never
I stay fly I don’t
hair
Oh, so fun just to be there
A live legend with tales to share
What more you want, you Rock n' Roll boy
Red-hot Ruby and red-haired Roy
Hit me, Roy
where it's at
Say yo' shooter on that
We'll turn him to a pack
My bitch from the 'Raq on a flat
Quake and rock, twist her Act'
My drink man he on deck
You
the 75 from Ocky but he fronted
Take the money, cop 5 dimes, 2 chicken sandwiches, 9 limes
For the Canada Dry, pose for the cameras by the banister, "Hi"
on the wife
Shootin' like a Piston, aim for proper distance
Live from London, number crunchin'
Drivin' gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin' me with sponges
A giant threw a rock at a village church
a man put an axe in a sweet birch
the farmers in the village beat their bongo drum
the girl by the river
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
prove by finding problems and reasons
that might not even be true.
See, we got together so young,
Before our real lives had begun
But flowers don't grow
to praise You"" As the music comes together as one. The choir wants to say ""Amen"" for they heard You're a God of a second
if I could turn back the hands of time
If I could press rewind, live it one more time
I wouldn't do the things I did
I take back what I said
I
trips up the road
What lakeisha doin'?
Oh ya'll ain't together no mo'?
Fo' real man?
I can't believe she over there stayin' with joe
Cause didn't his door
together big bank
Put mine with Jelani's went in halves and now the beats crank
if only for a second though for it was a Mirage
And that's a pun intended in
.jpg/300px-30_Seconds_to_Mars,_Anfiteatro_Camerini_(2).jpg "Thirty Seconds to Mars")
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