Lyrics:
linen as cold as the clay.
"Oh beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly;
Singy the Death March as you carry me along.
Take me to the valley,
a lie, lie, you tried the bragging
I'm a get rich by September
Burn up your body to embers, red hawk will make you remember
I don't take in, I'm the sender
dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-a
And I been rocking mic's since funky drum-a
These adventures reak havoc,
Speak lavish lifesyle but crack your
Yo, I'm spitting rhymes, hear the boom bap sound
Ayy
Classic beats and lyrics, that's how I get down
No autotune needed, just raw flows, no doubt
dimensional smiles and laughter
Lies are hereafter where tears echo laughter
You'd have to do math to divide a smile
By a tear times fear equals mere
and instrumentals
Drum machines, imagine that?
I make a beat, he write a jam, hurry up Fed-Ex it back
I catch you on the internet
Cell phones, I'll text you back!
My
by Q, why'knawmsayin?
Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
And flows by the M-A-see why'all, Mr. M-A-see Mall
Starry night, your life
You gave
a bit a intellect
Heck Take a seat
Beat your ear drums to the beat
Till Brain thoughts accumulate
Try to relate I'm just trying to unfold my own fate
like they're being juggled by the beat
Sound muffles in the crowds as it plows into the muscles of the Pretty gals in gowns with a thousand ruffles
We're
I just wanna be by myself
And your heart beats like the beat of a drum
While you're falling asleep
And my arm's going numb
Breathing softly
to my own beat
Swing, swung
That' the way my legs go, going
Step, drum
Drumming to my own beat from the
HEART
I just hope I'll be remembered by yours
Was
and mastered
(Check the credits)
B-Eazy beat up every drum on this record
Who's the EP? Me!/ CEO? Me!
Shit, who else than the muthafuckin' B-EAZY!
The greatest
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
the drum
So put your hands up
It's gonna be a bitchin' summer
We'll be livin' fast, kickin' ass together
Like high school lovebirds
Gonna have a blast
traps serving them geekers
(serving them geekers)
I bought a lawyer (I bought a lawyer)
He beat them cases (He beat them cases)
You should seen them dirty
to the sun
Cop me a rollie, get one for my brother
Lil shawny, he up in the back with the gun
Nigga run down, he get beat like a drum
Bitch nigga chattin', he
goes now, if it goes down
If I go out, I'm going out loud
I got drum mags, I got drum packs, I got dumb stacks y'all got dunce caps
No cap, your money
You came to the right place to get your head straight
The cure's for sure, the beat's the bait
I won't wait for the crowd to get loud or rowdy
to heal[01:30.71]I see your face put on a smile[01:35.99]My heart now beats in single file[01:41.40]The night is cold but the embrace[01:46.92]Is modern now in a warm
the Tonka[01:05.97]Kreep on the beat Sea go do them I dun em[01:07.57]Don't give a fuck keep a bun on a roblem[01:09.26]Red in my cup I keep sipped on that
ago[00:47.70]I'm working part-time jobs all in a row[00:49.58]We're seeking thrillers up through the sky[00:51.63]Cutting lines as they let us by
interrupted[00:46.20]By a jealous friend[00:47.18]My Yeezys are Dirty[00:48.19]But I had a chance[00:49.25]Stayed in control[00:50.21]And did it again[00:51.22]But I had
and the light will be gone
But the beat of the drum will keep me up til dawn
Amber's screaming, my hands are bleeding
I live for this feeling and you'll find me
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