Lyrics:
Chuck
This is intro for the album
If it's basketball, I'll foul 'em
If you get dissed on this track, that was a personal attack
If I had engineer, I'd
quick just to hold 'em
Beautiful Summer
Let's enjoy it 'til it's over
Cuz when it's over
Mavy droppin' the whole album
Then it's really over
You gone
the key is all you
But with the album about to come I might just let em all loose
See av been really holding back,funny you thought that you knew
Am slowly
on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by
bieżÄ...co,
W niektórych przypadkach, należyta ostrożność,
Miałem historie, tak w jednym słowie,
Podbijali do mnie, z niejednym utworem,
Pragnęli
history
With inspiration concealed
I ain't trippin' on it
I got a opus that's on the way
Any competition is hopeless and by the way
Let 'em know I'm
The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers
one of their albums (what?)
Eminem made a lot of commercials
For Call of Duty
But really doesn't know a whole lot about 'em
Michael Jackson secretly
eternally worship me
Doing it perfectly, you're never hurting me
This isn't work to me, it's too easy for me
To disintegrate em' and spread they ashes
All
on a CD 'cause not everythin' you'll put on sells
Got all my ideas in cells as cells form 'em word by word
I wanna speak 'bout what I believe in but most
in to put 'em in check (bitch)
And she givin' out pussy for free
I'm embarrassed to say she my ex (bitch)
I just might have to fly out my ex
Hit all 3
'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into
[verse 1]
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
Wit nothin but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
the album, I was floatin' on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got 'em clothes up the flow
let's Go (yeah)
Uh tell 'em welcome to the rarefied
Heir of "I can't be up and terrified"
Pterodactyl-sharing, Red Baron meets the
Tuskegee Airmen vibes
wallet
Money stack up to the ceiling
City of double D
Haven't you gone by it
What you stack up to the ceiling
Money's a devil they tell 'em, but
And you can call me Donnie
You can call me Donnie Darkflow
There's a demon speaking in
The weapon I chose i'm gettin' in hoes
Possessin 'em like
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
the technician with the number one position
Uhh, the real deal, Fearless Four scored
Bambataa was hotter, Spoony was givin' em nutta
An' I was all up in my
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
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