Lyrics:
le meilleur en égotrip
Et si je veux, lache pas la mélodie
Je fais ça
C'est possible et je fais des génocydes
Comme un terroriste, les "é", "o"
"i
creativity
What happened to metaphors and meaningful rhymes?
"Yeah I feel ya, I think I know somebody who'll impress ya though
He goes by the name of CB
knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl
Learn
the change
I wake up everyday with my game face on
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the name, P.E.!
Yeah we ain't for the fame
We for the change
I
They want a album I steady keep dropping
Ain't falling off, ain't doing no flopping
Move by myself ain't doing no flocking
I'm heating up and it ain't
Tha Rebizzle
Yall know who he be
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Yall know who he be
A yo I step up
Rebizzle
Y'all know who he be
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Y'all know who he be
A yo I step up on this rap
a black man hearing a siren
King of the jungle, Mufasa call me the lion, no lying
I'm going fast, let me take it slow
You better jump up high when we
ancestors
So brothers and sisters
No time fe jester
Yes I've found my true identity
The teachings of Imperial Majesty
Up ye mighty race philosophy
No more
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
Run around the block I'm finna shut up these bitches
I feel like damn
Riding with no hands on the wheel
Turn it up a notch
I'm gonna end up with
you find in porn
She a
She a slut
A bubble butt
It got me torn
Her parents call me rhino, way i’m giving her the horn
If i
Huddle up
And get
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
as a
Moral judge? I think you should keep quiet
Can you think of one more corrupt?
Yeah, I'm living in one i'm living in one
I didn't mean to be so fired up
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
the jungle I'll be nothin humble
Beat a anaconda down and give a lion a muzzle
I'll open up shop under a straw hut
Instead of sellin bananas, I'd sell coconuts
Word up! you know what I'm sayin'?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
Know what I'm sayin'? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me "Yo,
bottom bitch, I know your'e tilted
Shove your nose up in your brain, with bold, tatted on it
It's my name
I swear, all day these mfs been wondering
Who
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
get the reason why I no fit give up, give up, give up
E get the reason why I no fit give up give up give up
The devil is a liar, the road is my desire,
If you know somebody like that pull up and say to 'em
Ye ain't ridin' (ye ain't ridin')
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin'
please
Local rappers hit me up and talking shit when I'm talking cheese
Right around the time my lung collapsed had surgery like Eazy-E's
Just
they're complex
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
Chased by Him because his was his beginning
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
wondering
How some punks stand up one side pondering
How di youths find roof to live under in
And shine like a diamond twinkling
When they see me and di
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