Lyrics:
ain't no video game with wrestlers on it
The competitor on this is on some shit
Honest come through all black like a Amish
Holsters under the armpit,
To the H-R and slap it
These Louis's I'm wearing
Look made by some cactus
Them niggas, you're round
They look made by some actors
This is London
Let me show
the intro
Forming a poetic mass over pathetic trash
Other writers are outclassed
Surpassed by the words and the wit
Rhymes fit and hit cause that's how we
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Raggedy-ass bitches
That bitch ain't no good
Look at your face all frowned up
The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round
American
Arrogant
Let’s address the problem no more dancing round the elephant
Know they hate my pigment cause they empowered by the president
Cops ain’t
know this video exists
That know Eric Dubay's name, that know that paleontologists can get riled up by this guy
They're now going to go look
His voice is
Scomo:
All video games are RPGs
Albo:
What the fuck are you on about
Scomo:
The genre of RPG is an unnecessary classification. you're always playing
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
If you ain't on no video flexing money or you ain't got guns and shit
It's like you ain't real
See what I'm saying
And but if I gotta show put guns
on our children
You ain't do it
Where's your drive? Satisfied gettin' by
Hittin' shows wasn't round, wishful thinkin
Best nigga, you ain't bringin
Humbles
I question where my heart lies with temptation I'm facing
I'm easily distracted by the things with no relation
To the shit that I set out for me
nervous
Those cameras catch
Officer tie him, up he’s gonna jump
I’m hoping the screen goes black
If we’re together then why do I feel alone?
Hung by
over the world
Hip hop came and made it's rounds
Taking up the fresh cuts, 1, 2, and 3
That was Whodini and Run-DMC
Lookin' at the kids with
Boomboxes
making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids
Stereotyping the image of the images
And this is what the image is
You buy a khaki pants
the picture is savages in villages
And the scientist still can't explain the pyramids
Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids
tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car
when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac
all up
Diamonds ain't bussin man fight yo jeweler
Video shot by mula
She tryna use me for my mula
You know that I'm cooler than a cooler
Wait, I can say something
I-I-I-I-I don't like being 'round people sometimes
So the public keep sayin' I'm anti-local
Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet
Like every time that
COME GATHER ROUND AND I'LL SING YOU A SONG
ABOUT A CRAZY OLD WORLD THAT WAS COMING ALONG.
TIL ONE DAY SOME FOOL MADE THE DECISION
TO TURN
black & white
Audio-video, candlelight, I'm by your side, oh by your side
Let me tell u 1 more time, baby
Is that u really gottit goin' on?
U really
hear why'all soundin the same
From the beats to the videos
Clothes and look
Same concept for your flows and hook
See these round here they can raise
dead your shit
Shut video shoots down, turn airplanes around
Knowledge in belly anonymous rounds
Tryna host AOD and niggas lying you down
Of course
As the wickedest public speaker since '73
Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground
As the physical manifestation of sight and sound
So gather 'round
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