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skrzynka
Jeszcze coś nagram w niej
Nim responsoryjny psalm usłyszę we śnie
Niczym Magnos i spółka powracam w czerni ten rynek
Nauczył twardo grać i jak
started with a mere hello)
Oh, you fakin' you're mad?
Oh, you wanna go home? Cool, you better call you a cab
I ain't takin' you home, yeah, I'm brushin'
Hey, I’m calling you back.
Oh, she’s been a bitch tonight!
And by bitch I mean this rain
No cabs, nowhere.
So I had to put on the wig,
become anyone?
When I was in Paris I was sitting in a cab
And before we could pull out
Four plain clothes officers
Pulled up beside us and got out
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Chorus 7X: sample
Soon as the bass kick
[Shyheim]
There's a party goin on 5c-75
Everyone's gonna be there I bet it be live
Ran home mad quick jumped
i lay in tha floor, burried inside, cause every rapper aint a star and every plaid aint burberry, you cant tame Lloyd, im smokin by tha big screen,
Dargs like Gromit
Lobby Boy a real one, Work in the morning
But she still comes, oh
Wearing nothing but her long coat
Hop out of the cab, looking like
on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Whoa, whoa (ah)
Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it
And you know it's like
Me making this album
It was just me, like
Tryna escape the box that I was in at the time as much as possible
You know, so
insane, I'd jump a train
I'd take a plane, I'd land in spain
I'd take a cab up to her path
What was
[Chorus]
Whatever it takes
Said whatever it
zakreślam kartki znasz to niemal na pamięć
Idę miastem i ciągle się spotykam z uznaniem
Syn Bogdana na blokach na wieki wieków amen
Nowy album po prostu
Palisades of Gul-Kothoth)
(Here recounted on the sixth Bal-Sagoth album "The Chthonic Chronicles")
Episode X: The Shadow-King Reborn
Episode XI:
Sharp with the flow I'll axe
Cut stab slice punch jab
Like holding all x
The illest serve x to you pussies
Super dope that I'm pushing
Album a kilo
that's back to back
I had a nigga that text my phone like, "Bae, get ready, go pack a bag"
Said he on his way in the back of the cab, I said, "Hold on, I
playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who
albums then I'm falling back
So then you never see your brosé slack
I made a pact with promoters that the show stay packed
Moving merchandise, y'all
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver
That's when I realized I need to find a new hustle
Living in the jungle the guitar became my muscle
I strive
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
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