Lyrics:
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
what we can't do
Fire on both sides of the endless candle
Losing my vitamin D
My complexion getting lighter by week
Holed up secretly making fire beats
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
turned and regarded the weather again, then decided on his Spanish guitar. He carefully put it in the case, walked out the door and headed for a quiet spot
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
the good die young
If that's the case I guess I'll be dead by 21
Should I have some kids now
To carry on my legacy sorry lemme stop
My thought are getting
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
his murder case
I used to jam Run D.M.C
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers,
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
Grand Rising
Grand Rising
I woke up, heard this beat
And decided to rap
And this mini project is an appetizer before the albums
Yes, that was plural
and rearranged
No matter what happens, nothing can ever be the same
Logan V, treating this like it's my final one
By album five, thought I'd run it like where
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
they won't
stop it
Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'
Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
by!"
And I'll come
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
faces cases, judges n jurors, masons lawyers n cops
I watch 'cause every thugs face is my mirror
But this was one in particular
This kid he was
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
and commission
I got it all figured out like Columbo
I'll drop you like Dumbo
Your album is weak, and so is your video
Or should I say wackeo
Your girl
(Dope)
Witchcraft I do voodoo (Voodoo)
Don't have to lie to me (You don't)
It's only gone cost you (Cost you)
I can find out the truth (Truth)
By
Album, es sollte die Szene killen
Keine Swingerparty, doch es kamen wenig Singles
Mein Rap-Style ist vielleicht wirklich sehr kindisch
Doch die Taschen
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