Lyrics:
did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude who only popping in four cities?
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
And whips than the dealers and (grunt) than Rick Ross
more bitches than Nas and trees than Bob Ross
And points than a cactus and kills than Katniss.
More
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
it
To to the throne, come on
I gotta go big, my friends need room to
Swim through endorphins
You're boxed in, you're more towards
Bob's Discount Store
gettin' over with ya piss and farty raps
Been smokin' hella enough to bring Bob Marley back
I still kill 'em all but I gotta shake 'em like "where
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
coo, coo, coo, coooo!||(Spoken):|Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and|this is my brother Doug.|How's it going,
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
need to be more courteous
Or courteous
And as the thirties hit I'm popping tags
Drop it down baby
Go and drop your shopping bags
'Cause it's Fifth
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
I've been bossing a move
Dem boy living on snooze
Altenate bob init
I don't wanna chat about rambos but
I can tell you a little more about bando
2021
more about them
The blues hit me deeper than I'd ever known
I knew I'd never be the only one alone
So special, all those heroes
Blind lemon
who's spitting better
While these rappers kill each other, them Jews they stick together
Like glue, and generate more money than Fubu
For something
called Judas, ‘cause I was betrayed
By my own blood, I got no more love
Take this here song, as Noah's white dove
Guess I ran out of luck, locked up for
more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like
tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
So I changed huh?
You got a phone
Pick it up
Call me
How come, we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
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