Lyrics:
on the beat
Let me illuminate your mind
Let me illuminate your mind
Let me illuminate your mind
Identity of a young king
Let me illuminate your mind (Your mind)
the record straight
I’d wife your ass up no hesitate
Even right now i would love to Date
But there’s something in my heart
Taking all the space
I
the world I roam
Hey fuck you fuck you fuck you too
I stay myself you stay you
I ain't playing by your rules
Don't you tell me what to do
Hey
Fucking your
the truth so all I gotta do is resume
That be the truth
And I don't need approval to be the fucking truth
All I need for you to do is be you
Now put your
Hello left eye
And put my past to the side
I don't guess I
And kill a piece of my pride
Need to introduce myself
You already said hi
Oh so your the match
I had to skrt off in the jet, ooh yeah
Put your tape in and it's awful, eject
Ooh yeah
You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check
Aw yeah
I had
niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens
[Benzino]
By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out
Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house
couldn't tell
Group homes and institutions prepared my ass for jail
They put me in a situation, forcin' me to be a man
When I was just learning to stand
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
gettin' smoked, you put a hand on me
Shots run it down even if he had a broken foot
All through COVID, we still sold it by the boatload to push
Pandemic
This a mothafuckin' hot record right here
Your about to witness some shit
Ya never thought you'd witness before (fire)
Fin' to get ingorant up in
like bitch caress me (yeah)
All you niggas gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We
had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days put it right on my wrist
You
Now watch how the brother adapt fill in the gaps perhaps
I play the block until the curb collapse
Now check the method and put the message on record
rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anymore like ya
Hell nah
I treat humans like students
Fail y'all
So turn your books to page 69
murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It's your
drama
To my niggas with figures, say, "I love my baby mama"
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed your breasts
I put you inside the flyest
well-paid verbalist
Which leads me onto my next subject, journalists
These are the people that could put your name about
So be careful what you're sayin? when
this
Moving like it's magic
Baby two could not collect this
You and I together reckon
You would not regret this
Took me by your essence
Baby choose me
The idea for the song was to capture what you wanted to say
Like no filter, after your third date or something like that
Exactly, the idea is to sort of lead
Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh
Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it together
'cause anything you can do, I can do better
Your imagine
""Old School Party-Dance Like We Used To ""
(T. Blakemore, J. Stringfellow)
When you play this record,
Make sure your speakers are loud and in
by
You might have set the bar, but I set it high
And now that I'm on the track
You're gonna exercise
Your legs and thighs until you're
Outta breath
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
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