Lyrics:
Back to the days where a single deck would amaze
Ooo they calling me on stage
My life's a movie... 3-2-1
They call action
On set surrounded by
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
you, Nathan, for fetching me this glass of water from the well. It always goes down smooth.
NATHAN:
Let’s get back to the story, Uncle Walter!
UNCLE
forward
Away from the heat of that flame
– Miles Davis
There are two ways of dealing with fear one
Passive, the other active in
The passive mode
We seek
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
all the time
Fall back you passed your prime
Even the sun gotta go down so we could see the moon shine
[Chorus]
[Outro: Papoose]
Yeah! The East
To see temptation at my door
Uh, skinny jeans and dainty chains
Flowy shirts, I'm throwin' merch from off the stage
So I guess I know what works, and it's
the real
Yeah
Live from hell's kitchen, new york city
Welcome to the motherfuckin album
This just the intro we gettin warmed up
Should i keep goin?
This
the hours go by
Fall and then arise again
I hear the darkness breathe
Sunk into the horizon
Fall down
Let those tears come down
Let them fade away
as your body Enters fight or flight
Fading out like the sun in a dark sky
Holding on by the thread of
A high kite
Bearing down noones there
To say it's
know or establish where
They were coming from reporter:
Police say it all started in South
Jamaica about two and a half
Miles away From the shooting
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
whose hands I promised Midian
Just the three hundred
Sitting by camp a little concerned
You could say they lacked some courage
You'd probably be a little
thin
That's a club I don't wanna be in
My DNA get done integrated
My God it's innovative
That's a million miles away from administrative
I fuckin' hate
barely breath
We hit high way cracked the sun roof and I felt a breeze
Tinted my windows to lay low from the D's and enemies
I went from sleeping in
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
To those leading revolutions
Skitcha’s gunna’s music
Ammunition can be found in decisions made
Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away
Far from
of a
cave, vast and silent:
MAN FROM EMPTINESS
The absence, the absence ...
NARRATOR
Then he walked directly to the
void, broke down its doors and no
one
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
shit
Hell yeah bitch , from the door I get on some mad gear shit
Type vibe carry studs in my ear shit
Who the fuck type yellin , say crud sellin
Ain't
I'ma have to run away from this crowdad
I ran to the deejay to rock the mike
He said, "Super Rhymes, take it, do what you like"
So I rocked the party
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