Search results for 'by d they go album peggy lee' Page #63

Exhibitions, you pessimistic can't deal with dissin' I need revision
I dropped two albums like back to back, give you sumn' to listen while I'm

the rim shop
Cause I just want the same recognition that the Crips got
They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot
Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer

Seto
Roaming no Greco, I draw out styles like presto
Then nod to echoes, and Mephisto's manifesto
I knew from the get-go, I'd make a splash like Guerrero

Open Mic Night [Remix]

The High & Mighty

Increase the Beats, Vol. 2

1998

languages me and more, findin' subjects in Singapore 
Impressin' MC's who swore to God they'd seen it all 

"The open mic be invitin' me to rhyme"

Yeah yeah
One time
For the first time
Two times
For my last
You and I in the Neon Sky
300 Horses when I breeze by
Tell em move over that’s Nov
In

on the bottle
Closet rockin' hella class
Celebrate accomplishments with bottles
Too many for a glass
So many successful albums
"Supernatural" got me trashed
But

it on me never putting the ink down
The king crowned
Yeah, here I go
Boutta crush ya whole album, fee-fi-fo
Like Akademiks or Feefo n'um
If you see me

a mile a way 
That's facts.
I can spot a hater by the way they quake
cnd act.

cnd if I had a grave 
For everyone that tried to play me
I'd be standing in

Sometimes it seems like they didn't believe in us at all
I can't call it nah I can't call
Sometimes it seems like they didn't believe in us at all
I

these niggas they kissing they Trippin they all wanna know where I'm at
Hit song tell em run it back
Drop a album man these kids wanna party
Get these

can
Go wit the flow, on the boat till the paddle flip
Yea I bet you start using your hands
Niggas don't know what they have, til they lose what they got

was in love back then now I’m done jeez 
Album art for this part done by niece 
Little black dress oh she wanna tease 

New Year’s Eve im headed to sin

need to understand
Every single one connects to people in the stands
That's why they go to their shows and buy their clothes
'Cause without them living

Caused by backstabbing by old friends cashing past favors 
Shoulda' known how that'd go...

My Moët boys out in UK would have told you first 
You don't

They tellin me Tynan go get it the dream is we winnin
We see what that pen is the weight on my shoulders
I've more than accepted so add on the torch

rapper story, no fam in a prison
But I'm institutionalised by the skin that I live in
It's either that or the fact they try condition me
I'm hindered by

is that so
So right now I'm asking you, where'd the truth go
When I hopped off the train and copped a Hublot
You say I'm trash, man what the hell do

Never imagined you not being here
Every album man I shed a tear
As a young'n used to have me in that trap house
If mama knew back then she'd probably

to just keep your patience
I was in foreigns with gold on my neck and my wrists with a lotta bands and a lotta drip
And when she passed I had to go crazy

of life
It’s like I’m stuck locked down I just hide inside
Until my body goes numb and my eyes go blind
If I got found they’d suspect cyanide

never be a dad
I'm gonna pull the trigger
I'm getting really bigger
You should stop being bitter
I'm getting pulled over by a- gold digger
What'd you

K-Baller, yeah
Hold up, yo, this one's fire
Ayo, Trez, you run it up, Let's go, yeah
From the bottom to the top, now I'm lit
And it's crazy, thought

They left me to die in the darkness
I was ahead by lightyears
I'm the Arabian dream, ho
I'm the American nightmare 
(Nightmare)

Shut the fuck up,

that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass