Lyrics:
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
with their air picks
To your rhythm on their radio
Too bad their brains are birds'
Too bad they'll never get the words
You put your meaning over
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
game?
I got Cheatham tatted on my chest
No jet lag, I'm a jet plane
No TV show promotin' my name
No face plastered, no radio play
But I still make 'em mix
to me, to live in peace
God damn, it's a luxury
I like bad luck, baby, now you're stuck with me
Kelly 13th
I ain't had nobody in a long damn time
Tryna
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
I'm liked
So why the heck do I detect crooks are lying
Look at Nick and J, throw the book at Ryan
I am sick and silly, we live in facilities
We're
was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I
Puffy touch down he back home man it's lit
Told em to chill for he back in the mix
Them coppers like broads man they all on are dicks
I had nothing
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
the yes-man (yes-man)
I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map
Like fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night
As I brush off my shoulder,
on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it,
Yeah! (Xhu On The Mix)
Yeah, yeah-ah, uh-ah (Kill Arena!)
Shoutout Xhu, man
Ouwee ahh (Aye CGM, where you at?)
She give me XO, XO, push my buttons
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow
the artillery
We ain't trying to loose like Hillary
Stepped off at floor 26
cbout to get down and switch the mix
Rackabeat are you ready to go
C'mon
weak, on the Bible (weak, on the Bible)
Talkin' shit from where no one can find you
I can never be judged by a bitch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly
can do,
Now we are married, ever more,
I can do magic
Kelly you bad, no Charlie you Bad!
I'm nice, and y'all are so obsolete
Cold like off the heat, I'm hotter than cotton sheets
Cop the Jeep, full tank so there ain't no stopping me
Lock
ya
put us on the radio and cause hysteria
in your area
FT still the same man
talk a big game putting groups to shame man
peace to all graf writers,
Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s
And scan this radio
The vibes get so low
Such a disgrace
But Ras I was raised, through Jah Jah music to save
I-man consciousness from fallin' trap
And took over man's turf
When them blue lights flash
Man are rallyin' them curves
We link the gally
Make her put the whammy in her purse
Niggas getting this
A little mix of the old shit
Somethin' for you to knock down the block to
Juggalo Love.....
(Violent J)
Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the house
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