Lyrics:
Max Escobar Escobar Studios baby you know what it is come on.
Welcome to the album you know.
Sorry for the wait.
Hell on earth hell on earth can
up
I always thought to myself, "Damn, why they fucked it up?"
But never the less, I was in love with the microphone
And it stayed that way until I
You better get it right
I produce what you like
Satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo
Whassup with this money?
and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
'Cause I'm sittin' on five, unreleased albums
Greatest of all time, no
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
on the board and jumped right into the deep end. Before they could react. I just started swimming. They love that story.
At this time in my life, I kept saying
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks
a painting made exactly how I wanna make it.
Do another take and get it right, 127 times!
I'll make you learn to love me! I'm the bomb, drop ultraviolent
whip drive by
It's Diaz up on it again, oh my
'Nother new album that's no lie
Thought that was it? I ain't never say bye
You do what tell you you don't
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe
DCM, what's crackin' nigga? (Yup)
Shit is fire (Yup)
(Uhh) Yea
Niggas aint gone pay me
I gotta get paid by myself
Only time i sleep is in a bed
I
wrist, filled with rocks
Got yo bitch, on my cock
All the risks, that I take
But I'm still, at the top
Hit a lick, if you want
Always finish, up the job
Ladies and gentlemen
My name Terrance Michael
And I wanna welcome you to Sessions
If you can still hear me talking right now
It mean you then made it
swear to god
Do whatever for the money like a psycho
Got the rock won't miss my shot I feel like Michael
I'm coming down I'll go back up it's like
Fuck the haters, focus on who loves it (for real)
It's a shame to be chasin' love and runnin' right from it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Note to self, come
something that ain't tangible
Now I'm 'bout to hand it to the homie Michael Rocks, hear what he saying to you
Take a trip, took a molly out with Banco
Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe
That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go
Down to the bottom
Chop up crack
Playin' the blocks
know the government of Canada got issues
Entitlement is false, tell em grab a tissue
We're too easily offended and we always apprehended by the cuffs
I feel like I'm on the come up things are looking bright now (aye)
I've seen way too many rainy days I'm ready for that light now (aye)
Lost the love
I gave y'all a warning
I am a rapper who never gon' die
And I never gon' lie
A quote I reside by
Thugging my spirit, no drive by
Cut off connections
Pound
No father figure, just gangbang nigga
'cause they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
the commons area
Studying Common's theory of Water for Chocolate
Walk-man still in my pocket
Trying to learn how to rock it like him
If I get lost in the wind
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