Lyrics:
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
a vicious bark
And there is no catharsis, no remedy to cure my ill
I know my soul is tarnished, they'll never know how to serve that feel
Black blood
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
of the secrets I'm keepin' 'em
The MSFTS Kevin Smith
Go ahead and call me four-eyes
Auto-pilot when I drive by
No license, big surprise
In that all black, Alfreds
bloków
Nowy merch wiózł mój samochód jest w naprawie
Klasa C all black tapicerka krem
Ile dałbym by zapomnieć motor 1.8 L
Fituje flex nie udaje Niemca w
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
voltage of an eel
Truth that I reveal'll
Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real
Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues
Part-time minor
and start to black out like a light concussion
I think I'm working with something
So Lord knows I gotta chase this dream
I'm just here to give you the story
cold turn you black and blue shit
It don't take much for me to lose it
Just prolly when you thought I was gonna go easy on you
The beat drops
And I'm
album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am
makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
No ghost in my lyrics
Why would I write something down
That I never experienced
Black Lives Matter we all god-sent
It's funny have it legalized
But
but
like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool
Imagine this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
ass
I go to the club man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans
ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw
Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it
another album dropping
In about 6 months
They can't do nothing
But love X ha
And it bring me joy
Day by day
When I'm not at a show
Checks still on the way
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