Lyrics:
toucher,
mothefuckers is allergic
you heard it first and foremost
theme music for poor folks
almost never made the cut
transcribed in Morse code
doin it big like me
If you wanna go far you gotta kiss this ring
Cuz I'm the one that call the shots in this music scene"
I'm like Ooohhhh
I wonder if
We'll forget all about Juliet and Romeo. Words and music Copyright 2016 by David Gregorio. Guitar and vocals: Dave Gregorio. Drums, bass, keyboards: Greg
in place
So in case you feel down here's a record to play
They gone have to kill me before they bury my grave
I'm on a long road now real far from home
tell my mama I'll be home probably later ,
Stand up and look around nobody here , They talking nonsense it's music to my ears
niggas is not that I got
Ya Knowing me, i wrote a new song,
I'm hella prepared
Remember rapping in front of folks was something i feared
Now when i stfu, boy i swear i be
know, something
Ahh ahh let me know
Believe half of what you see and nothing that you hear
You'll never get far by movin' out of fear
I'm a real alpha
Yeah
Look
I came up from some bullshit (I did)
I'm so far passed that shit
A rapper activist
Turns out that's where I fit
Stay searchin for
axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped,
path end up right, no cash
Back lash; taken by the rage when the verse starts (ay)
Look at me go, watching me flow
But how many rappers have done said
tank and I'm passin em far
Then I'm passin the gas like a flatulence bar
Tooted and booted
Light it and groove it
Know I exude what I do through my music
we don't check the time
We de drink anything, we don't check the price
We like, how far?
Where you at? Baracuda or Hashtag
By oh nine we hustle
the real they gone or put up in the feds
Bitch, I came too far, why would I quit? Bitch, I'm just stackin' bread
If I tell em youngins spin & ', spin again,
the east ans sets in the west
Just as certain you bring out my very best
I'll bring the honky tonk, we'll play that music loud
Sit on top the roof
a broken family that's poverty stricken
So, far as the money when I'm dead, it's gone
But the music that I make for my fans will live on
Let's go
You
Today's world is corrupt, broken by the people that built it
To understand each other has become struggle, like breathing in a cloud of dust
And when
He's got the hair of three strong men
And I've got the hair of none
And we play the best folk music
Under the moon or sun
And it's whip, whip
Strokes
I made a lotta money that got stolen by my folks!
Now I'm broke and I'm the butt of everyone's jokes
But I'm here the superintendent! On Avenue Q
be trippin' tho
I'm sick and tired of how you trip
When I speak to folks at the store
I told you my lil dog got hurt, we had beef, you told me
mic to
Then your soul and giving music that's you guarantee to like it
Ain't no stopping there nothing but air and opportunity every where
Stop
a smile.
What am I bidden, good folks, he cried
Who will start bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar - then Two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it
been dealing with it
By not dealing with it
It's hard to be close to people that had loved you the same
And to that I am ashamed no one else is to blame
keep on acting like you
Won't blick the opps
You won't get far with me
Lil' nigga, you sound crazy, know
I keep that K, It's like guitar to me
You keep
the basement
Martial art rap slangin so much magic created
So many folks turn there back on ya
Forget your existence, until you flip it back on em
You used to be
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