Lyrics:
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
fulfilled
There is only one thing on our minds
Don't try running away
'Cause you're the one we will find
Running,
On our way
Hiding,
You will pay
Dying,
One
brother, on mamas you done lost ya self (On mamas)
Shit on my mind I ain't ready to talk about
That's why I can't be sober, just to fucking walk around
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
the sound of your voice
And your heart
In my mind I can't tell them apart
As I pace along the passages
Guided by the moon
I find my thoughts invaded by
a terrible thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud (nah, it ain't happenin')
Nada to make
in what’s damned to bleed
I ain’t got no metaphors
I ain’t got entendres
I just got a lot of problems
Won’t you settle for
Like an album of me popping
Sharp words mind-altering from beats dan juga duo
Inspired by the lords, DJ Muggs Divino KILO
an album now
I promise I'll be back with music that'll blow your mind I'm here
the pain while I'm sipping the drank
The boy had to get it yeah simple and plain
Yeah
Look what I became (yeah)
Headed for the hall of fame (yeah yeah)
Oh
Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
I was born a complex kid
Ahead of the pack I been leadin em Alpha's a title I bleed for em
One day I'll sell all my albums on vinyl then sleep to em
ain't malevolent by gunning you down
That's a simple metaphor, I've never purchased a round
I know what I'm meant for, at least I hope that I know
I hope
Every red cent they would invest in it
You had to be on top of
It or your album would sit
When your crew would have an early exit
That’s why I had
I will be by your side (yeah)
For every thought
Amour sacré, troisième chapitre
Reviens-moi (whenever you're gone)
I will be by your side (JAWs)
Never mind the fact he was influenced by Jim Crow
While we were fighting Nazis
The klan was still here lamenting Jewish control
We love a patriotic white
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that
In the 2016
Two beatmakers from Bogota Colombia, present their first álbum called: ""Rising the Mind in Beats"". They are Jeru and B Class from
Peace of mind
Peace be defined by that peace of mind
Peace (peace)
Peace of mind
Peace be defined by that peace of mind
Peace (peace)
Peace of mind
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