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And he spit cold facts
Everybody know what the truth is
But don’t fuck with me
Cuz like Eazy-E
I show up, show out, I’m ruthless
Show me where
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
I used to work at carmax
I drove every car in your parking lot
What the fuck is that, you got to move
You in my parking spot
Made the album in
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
A jednak to telewizja
(i rekomendacja starego znajomego
B-boya Batona) nakłoniła młodych
Adeptów hiphopowej sztuki Radoskóra
Wojtasa i Fasiego
By zwrócić się
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
a nossa cidade continua de cartão postal pra gringo
Me arrependendo e repetindo a mesma coisa todo ano
Enjoado dessa merda
Tipo Djonga lança o mesmo álbum
to
You'll wonder where I'll go to
Go to next
Go to ne-e-e-e-ext
It's 10 AM in Doraville, I'm asking the question
Is this really where I'm headed?
Is it my
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
See mails on the e mail
Got the green before they see Hell
Goin' hard like a shemale
You know what I mean
Get it? Goin' hard like a shemale? Shit
In
to buy your single, nigga hell no!
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album
You're
CHORUS [Kardinal Offishall] (Circle crew)
(You're
can So i can GO
Scraper Whip Them Whips near by
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
Verse3
me and the trumplus in the luck
im so flatland like table park
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin' on e'rybody talkin' that bullshit
Now
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