Lyrics:
jsem Jaromír Soukup, když se zfouknu
K snídani jsem si udělal rezeň doma v toustru
Teď vyrážím řešit byznys do města, mám spoustu
Schůzek s lidma, co by
hotter than Cochran?
Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
the homie cuttin'
Records like a villain
So buy the album cause we're
Gonna make a killin' and I'ma carry a nation
Fade in to Perfection gets a standing
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
that'll aim and dump at the market
I don't know if you got enough heat for that beef that you started
With a nigga that's stupid, whose piece is retarded
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
The Catacombs Of Ur")
From the expeditionary journal of Doctor Ignatius X. Stone:
Giza, Egypt (March 17, 1890)
The heat here is damnably oppressive,
you 5 seconds
[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga
culture there's really no need for you
I'll bring the heat to you, when it comes to them glocks
Like Freddie Foxxx, I'm keepin two
I'm known for my scary
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
Uh, ooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, nah nah nah nah
Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who
the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
everybody's scared cause the damage that I've done with two songs
Is probably more than their album did
Be afraid, be afraid I'mma get'cha
Little Lab's
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
Kollár
V piči jak ľudia čo hovoria soráč
Olá sme hot jak plynový šporák
Zas ďalší album a zas ďalší hit
Tam kde dáme feat to je heat jak Miami
Sold
in the system
Diminished by intentions, I was riddled with inflictions
Stayed steady with the pen, emotions always written
Enough with the lovin' I've
by sand
Stab you with my spines, that's the most I get for fun
Good luck finding water in the desert because there is none
Every day is scary because
messages asking what's coming next
I gotta say, I don't know, I don't plan this shit
But an album is coming, don't you worry about it
But without all that
Uh, yeah yeah
Chuki Beats
Rap Life, Rap Life always by my side
I've been making music cause you know it's such a vibe
Stepping up my A-game just
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