Lyrics:
We keep on working one day the fake shits go dropping out
My rhymes like James Ward prowse
Your song turn it out new wave the better's my dirty south
beats
I'm sending money right back
Cuz I'm hungry levels past starving
You sending beat tapes
They sending back garbage
Now why you do that
I don't got
of blow, the chorus is followed by the dot
Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncing
And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
a motherfuckin' pretty-boy
I'm ruthless, I'm not on that goody-goody tip
That shit played out with that beat street/electric boogie shit
I'll stomp any rapper
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cause I play
Verse
Rhythmic
He mix
Soul with
Blues and
Phat beats
Boogie
He
Really know how to throw it down
Funky
Mix productions
We stay bumping
Try ducking by hitting a screen when you know that it's you that I'm hunting
Iverson, got style on me
Boogie Cousins, they wild on me
Mediocre hoopers
While us MC's rap, doin' our thing
It's not singin', like it used to be
No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat
It goes one for the money,
Public Warning, Who's In Town
Public Warning, All bow down
I'm riding here on this beat
Cause I don't give a monkeys wot you think about me
get it, I do
Electric , they feel when I step in the room
Yeah, shots make a nigga boogie-woogie
Wipe, wipe your nose just like you had a boogie
If it's
your face just like wow
Can't say I ever dance but I'm about to boogie down like
Come on, come on, I said that from the start
Cause we about to kick it
em'
I got yo baby moms high imma beat it
I'm very respected by all of my people
Pull up on my plug & that nigga start cheesing
Hop in the group chat
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone?
Uh, back to the boogie, boogie
drop that beat
Turn it up
That's too loud, mayne
Turn it down
Now turn it back up
Put your hands up and make em' clap
Cuz now we yawning
If you
leave you blue like indigo
I'm the rap Avery Young
Serving crackers back
For all the people slavery hung
Catering companies take notice
I'll never get
But that was then this is me now
Give me a beat to ride and raise my eyebrow
Pen and pad in the lab gimme that
So I can be at happy hour with Harry Mack
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
Light the torch
It's lit, we lit
Ain't that what the young kids say these days?
(Lebron James)
The Kia got State Farm insurance
That three
just James, recognize
So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)
So what you gone do Face?
(I'm
It’s me and my guitar like a boogie
Got this weed make you high like a roofie
Shit got me flying I’m woozy
You liking on me girl I see you looking
Won’t
but tonight I might eat it
I don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back
She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it
Her
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