Lyrics:
I can't breathe
Bought a condo from that (.?) on my 18th
I threw (four clothes shops?) so they can't cease
Swear these crackers all some actors they
""The TonedeffLogic Project""
Written by: Tonedeff & Logic
Produced by: Logic
©2000 QN5 Music (ASCAP)
Tonedeff Verse 1A
I snap wack rappers in half
I'm introducing ya'll, into the world of G
And to the misery that has become the history
The by product of what I've followed and what I've seen
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
Can't stop me, game sold up
I roll up, I pour up
Will-lean, a hustler
And i aint no florida ghit
But I got gators by my side and they gon eat
Know what's wrong with me
Hold on, quiet down, who the fuck is he
Ayy, head down,
we live
This is underground
Underground is live where you rest
Subliminal stress surviving off
Beats by Protest
What is underground
Fight for your
have a little natter about a couple of matters
poure me a cuple of cha a little butter an crackers
the kids are unruly news dus not fool me
and if tv
Yeah, uh, look
Failed missions had me by the wells wishing
First time she met her pops
Was on a jail visit intel visions
Young black males pitching
When you're on a good vibe nothing really matters
I'll dance on my ones, let 'em think that I'm crackers
You fakers, really just haven't got the Jacobs
to
Kick off his shoes and jump around like a fire cracker
From the sidewalk trains about to pass
It smells like, hot open steaming ass
I gotta get out,
out
Nigga call the gods
I'm a motherfucking warlock
Get your jaw popped by the raw rock
Use your tongue as a doorstop
With your face I floor mop
Get
then I lay home and bump this "Loveless"
Yeah, that's My Bloody Valentine
Forty cracker, don't call it My Bloody Balentine
Call it my bloody country
like ah shit when you feel
these tiny boulders
you fuckin with the wrong one
the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man
even quick to crack
crackers
Last Sunday of the month so to Harlem we went
Not clubbing, the Parliaments of Harriet Tubman
Peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths
Peace
Whenever you empty your grip, dip
And get the fuck up out of Dodge
That's if you know, what's up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' Mandela time
Plus the crackers is
I'm a drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive
Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back
Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater
and put that ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin' player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em
It's gonna happen by itself
How you ever gonna know unless you give it a try
I dare you to just let it go
I bet ya turn into a wild animal
All I
what you drive
Them crackers in the bank don't give a fuck if you live
No affense, but y'all just gotta know that its tense
I'm energized everytime I
you feel
these tiny boulders
you fuckin with the wrong one
the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man
even quick to crack your brain
I ain't got
Diggin' a record on the juke box
I nearly makes me want to cry
You always thought it was a cracker
The one by Sedaka 'bout away to say goodbye.
I think
there's no ring?
Very interesting
Hey man, I love ya but you know how it is
Even Mr.Cracker never counted on cheez whiz
I'm trying to be cool, I swear,
taste them one by one
The crackers he lays in your hand.
the village children had not yet heard
The baker shouted threats by canzonette
To curse the crafty bird
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon
Why, you
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