Lyrics:
women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I see-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm
real and
radio blackout, your format, is not appealin
R&B can step up, but can't compare to me
You oughta know -- how, I, feel
That's
ain't)
Think you get it crunk like me but you can't
Now, now, now
Now every record that I make, I'm tryna get up out the store, man
Every car I
I remember Bahamadia told me once, when she was rollin' around with Guru
That he rolled up on this wack MC and said,
"You cannot test the lyrical
I remember Bahamadia told me once, when she was rollin' around with Guru
That he rolled up on this wack MC and said,
"You cannot test the lyrical
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again?
I record dope dope
I record fire, fire catches fire
Fire me, fire man I'm burning up
Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man
Mr. Fireman, come again
I record dope dope
more unless it's profits
Lord, why you keep boxing me in, 'cause I'm God's gift?
I might set my mic back up in the closet, though
Just to give myself
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
Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all.
Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin'
Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'.
They called me Little Man
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
the game, paws up niggas
Time's up niggas, line up niggas
For the K-I, double L, E-are, Murdera
Shit's on why'all in every way shape and form
I'm
That's on Christ, it's plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up
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
up to all you MC cub scouts
Grub scouts getting rubbed out
I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out
Hitting ideas to use, a half of us
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
a mocha
I be E-Learning so I might get a diploma
I got toilet paper in my closet
Yeah I stocked up 'cause I'm balling
Trip to Costco 'cause I'm awesome
ain't)
Think you get it crunk like me but you can't
Now, now, now
Now every record that I make, I'm tryna get up out the store, man
Every car I
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Would you pick me up because I'm down and out, na na na)
"T" ? represents the 'time' when my hope, fades
"O" ? is just a sign 'on' my mind on my broke,
fro up C-----e don’t know of (*SNIFF)
I don’t ever wanna rude boy Marcelo
But if I do then the album Limoncello, Ah
No, no, no Hold Up man
No, no, no
you enough for standin' right by side
For givin' me this try, a taste to know what it's like
To be appreciated the second I pick up this mic 'cause
You
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