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Osings used to perform in numerous bars and clubs around Kampala hoping to be spotted by Talent scouts but this did not work because he had no
me chose way me chose )
Every day mi dey pray say ( pray to Jah pray to Jah say)
The hustle , make E pay a( make e pay, make e pay a)
The hustle nor
album and aint got nothing to say
Instead they make a whole album talking about some bullshit
And not once say nothing about the polices killing our kids
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's
Hard to tuck them in at night
I sometimes curse aloud just to talk to God in spite
He's strong enough to take it and I'm real enough to not just fake it
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
That's right y'all, the K double-O L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you know (I started rappin')
I can tell you can't rap, look
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
somebody's comin to blow
Holes in yo' upper body, leavin a bloody coat
To be viewed by these dues who feel like this
When it's enough said it's bloodshed,
the joy to be happy that is enough
Never relenting we not giving up
Came from the ground and we going up
We love money that is a must
It's Bbmg yeah
Driving downtown, and I miss your love
And you miss my love but it's not enough
Passing the street lights, the past has left my mind
The future is in
comes to my mind, it's only you
And it's no one else
But now I gotta show you, cause words aren't enough (Are not enough)
Gotta finish the album so I can
dat.
[Chorus]
Me tek a 'D' and a 'U'
An' a 'B', not 'E'
That thing there
Is special to me.
Me listen in the morning
Also in the night
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
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
enough to dream
Power to those that chose not to
Be a cog in the machine
Power to those that love first and hate never
Power to those that sleep
up with KB before you see
Us on a grime blog
We was on E wing, just Bousbaa and Blake
2012, I was free
I'm tryna deal, steal, cheat, I need to eat
Flex
be out of luck
That was the tenth time my girl called by now she's had enough
She suspects I'm cheating and I know infidelity's wrong
So by the time
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defense on Gary Peyton, I got the locksmith
Cooking up all this music, I'm bout to drop shit
I said I'm not him we two albums we dropped in
Keezy locked in
back, why?
'cos I ain't even wrote this down
Yes, I've been blessed with a potent sound
I'm not alike the rest
I'm something like the best
You ain't ever
things
Sean, you're not even a rapper, bro
Then why am I on two songs on your album?
Yo, my son got rhymer's block, what a fucking clown
Man...oh wait,
far I've come
But If I said l wanted change my past a lil would I sound dumb
Turn all my wrongs into rights by the time I'm gone
But how would I write
with those niggas
Because those niggas’ not my niggas!
Yo, haha
Twinnies’ got my block popping (a huh)
Album's got my stock rising
Before police state,
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