Lyrics:
And the snakes came out the grass
They don't realize I'm not confined
Nor trapped by space and time
I am a rebel, an overthrower
Descendant
may be backed by the Army of Artifacts
By the time that I’ve enacted a pact
I’ll have made some history
I may be sued for breach of contract
But
ain’t something to ignore
Dropped one album and they all screaming more
Hop up in my bag, time to check what’s in the store
Flipping through the vault
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
as camisas de time
eu não gosto de alemão
(Pólo Fred Perry gringa)
foda-se o Bayern de Munich
(Uma desert na cinta)
Eu e o Miora no 134
encharcando de Curaçao
SHINE
Words and Music by David Sanchez
Verse #1
In the night when I am scared
You calm my fears
Sometimes I feel so unprepared
And time so dear
But
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
as possible, you know what I'm saying
I'm gonna see if I can put the same heart and soul that I had the first time
Fucking Notey
Fucking up and shit
I was like,
places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be? Through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
This time I think I'll take too much
Barely breathing, profusely bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I could move
And put myself in the ground
Take a pill
Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)
Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)
Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)
Touch the mic and ignite that
can have a track
Album coming out, so time myself promote my rapping ass
And I'll be crispy when I pop like Crackle Snap
Here I come, I'll send them in
can have a track
Album coming out, so time myself promote my rapping ass
And I'll be crispy when I pop like Crackle Snap
Here I come, I'll send them in
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
promoted
Moved out my momma house but still
This music was the motive
Around this time I'm bumpin'
Tunnel Rats and CMR but Lil' Jon was on the
Radio
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
thing
We did was "Who Are The Brain Police?
" and by the time we finished "Brain Police
" his head was going around like this, you
Know, and he says,
tryna have a good time forget the rat race
Stay floating forever like I'm in deep space
I'm sitting in music
I'm bored off my head
Should be taking notes
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
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