Lyrics:
A nerdy wordsmith with a love of performing
Music was in my bones and circulating my bloodstream
So seeing me blowing up was always everyone's dream
an acrobat
And ends up in the real world where he's fucked by housecat
A bathroom where the toilet is a portal instead
With another on the ceiling so you poop
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
I'm not limited by the size of my frame
Like it or not I'm a tiger unchained
Even if I touch fame, remain unchanged
Zeddy bear on the MPC and he
on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
SONG: CODYBEAR LIVE
WRITTEN BY: GREENLEAF (BMI)
PRODUCED BY: LOKEY (BMI)
[FIRST VERSE]
I MINT COINS WHERE CATS BE DIGGIN FA BONES...
PAW PRINTS
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Oh (yeah), his whole
low numbers
I put a half on it change the color working wonders
Can't get caught up in my feelings was bought up by some killers
No aggression I be
the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come
dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin'
VCR from a neck-bone bummin'
Ten dollars brother, he was hummin' and strummin'
Only had twenty, he
dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin'
VCR from a neck-bone bummin'
Ten dollars brother, he was hummin' and strummin'
Only had twenty, he
a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out
feller all crack and no rocks
Motherfucker, Boxhead Walker, no address to dox
Laddies rock from the Brinx to Vladivostok
Still, the boss cop thinks he's
by Mandela
My grandfather made my career
Crazy thing is he did it from Whitney Pier
Vet or World War Two he had no fear
Ah man wish he was still
But I'm right around necks like a collar bone
One day they gon say how Monty blow?
How that boy rockin shows?
I made a smash bro,
Then I blue overall
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
He's DangerMan the Black Superman!
Chorus: He's DangerMan the Black Superman!
DangerMan
I wear a mask and a cool blue suit, I drive a Mustang
you can
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
Ass fat yeah it's toned toned,
Fuck once then I'm long gone,
Cool nigga tell by my gesture,
That's your nigga oh he got some pressure,
And my nigga just
by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
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