Lyrics:
Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top
Yeah, it's time Black
It's time
You feel that magnetic, right?
Let's get 'em
And we're all just spokes in a big ol' wheel
Hopin', turnin',
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
got a seat Seat at the table once we make it to the top
Told em once I do this shit, man I'm dropping every track
Track after track, album after album
miserable goons
But I'm
Somewhere in the middle now
I admit I lost my head but just a little now, little now
See y'all egos pretty brittle now
I cut 'em out,
Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals
First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still
V-Villa
[T3]
They say a nigga fell off when my nigga [Dilla] exited
3 albums later I kill 'em gotta represent
2 albums back [Baatin] had left
Kinda threw
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
make you bleed with every cut from this album
So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer
The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I'm in
And scrolling thru the role he's bound by letting truth be told we out
To make a difference
In a day age where hate is senseless
No one's tryna catch a fade they
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king
AOS FUZILADOS DA CSN
Desde o dia 07 de novembro de 1988 os operários da Companhia Siderúrgica Nacional – CSN – estavam em greve. As principais
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix
(tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
of the flesh
If you microphone dependent, I don't know that I'm impressed
Riding on 'em with the vibe of knowing I'm the best
Got 'em falling to they death
Aiming at my competition Ima let em roast
Talking all the shit because you really do the most
Nothing but a hater I could tell by what you post
could-have-beens
And in due time you'll earn those wins
It's a mad world, but I wanna stay on
I used to think I'd be gone by the time I was grown
But now I wanna
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
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