Lyrics:
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you
10 inch machine (Ha)
I could go screw your queen
While you were sippin codeine
I was sippin caffeine
You got papers I got credit
Yet your queen and I
yell
You tend to dwell
Still playing her 10 year old shit as though unwell
Machine broke, can't tell
Whatever will sell
Fare her fucking well
Help is
a Ivan e ad Alteria per avere impreziosito l’album con la loro presenza
suonano
Disgui - voce, chitarre, basso e programmazione tastiere
Chuck Sabo -
S Roxxy
The Holstar
It was ’99, the kid was 17 I was listening to c.r.e.a.m feenin’ for promethazine
My favorite Rapper was Dark Man X, I was like
right?!
Machine bitch, my name on a legendary level
Uh, 'cause the flow is exceptionally special
The VS, Sky Dweller, the necessary bezel
Drop the bag
February 21st my birth certificate stated
Ten years to the date Malcolm X was assassinated
And like him I can still feel the jealousy and hatred
From
nobody's gonna look at you
in the year 5555
your arms are hanging limp at your sides
your legs got nothing to do
some machines doing that for you
in
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
To give us chiefs and sheriff
I mean these motherfucking thieves
That was when Jesus came from Europa
Escorted by his brother
His twin from Arabia
They
honest.
City of Compton (x2)
City of,City of Compton baby baby
[Eazy-E]
They swearin' on cable T.V. it ain't teachin'
nobody nothin' new cause little
album is no exception.
The CD edition on the esteemed Ottawa label The Beautiful Music is housed in a beautiful gatefold digipak with artwork by Jamie
(Bobby Soxer)
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
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
I'm--[scratches]
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street
listening to her CD Collection, I inquiring about any
I didn't recognize, I put in Ten Thousand Maniacs Our Time in Eden album, informing
Her that I had all
the dirt, nigga can't you tell?
Don't I ride by in that SSL?
Snoopy had to get it on, ball, beat ten of y'all
I'm just tryna show 'em how them men evolve
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
hip-hop, the most unknown underground MC
This in one year is my 10th album rap I ain't following your top rapstars,
I ain't signing any deal
Selling
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Another year, more life shit
Year's go by quick
Switched up my license
Might switch up to violence
Bro told me "hand that to me," told that nigga nah
Wrestlemania ten years straight, floor seats
Porsche, Jeeps (skrrt), MACs hangin' out, his brains blew four feet
I dry real niggas tears 'cause I seen that
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
need 10 for me to buy drinks at the bar
Ghettos what you are when you think that your fly
And the home girl walks right by
Ghettos what you are
Full Of Rage
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Nobody will survive it’ll be your last day alive
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