Lyrics:
a chain reaction
Stomp 3 times drop it in a split
Showing off cause I seen Tizzle Fitz
And I don't give a fuck if he got a bitch
On a hand stand do it till
on hands"
All these crackers tryna be me
Y'all some fucking fans
I fucked your bitch, yeah she kept it on the low
He asked me how many times we did it
Uh,
fire that it makes marriages extinguish
Just know you can't judge a woman by her clouded vision
Couple of mistakes and unwise decisions
Just the right
Blue Eyed Soul
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
Paper planes and pink champagne, is any of it real?
I'm lost inside a vision of things I never feel
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
I'm tellin,
him lackin', we gon' bust him (yeah)
.45, don't like to tussle (bop-bop)
I fucked his sister, yeah
If she try to fight me, shoot her brother (yeah)
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
won't stop till I paid you back
By the time I'm through with you
You'll want to smoke some crack
Because I'm the King tee
There is no other
Warned by my mother
Warned by my sister
But I don't want no other
Even though he kissed her
So intense, it's strong now
Can't reject, I'm gone now
I know
He thinks his life is a movie he's moving legit
I'm like "I'm deep in the come up, I'm new to this bit"
I treat the mic like a tool n' I'm cool with
They said don't do this D
On the way to the top you switch your stance
How could you do this D
When the album drops you change your plans
Your acting
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I cum, I call your sister
When
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
guess that you know that it's true
I spent more time at the bottom than the top
Tell your little sister
I know she wants to give me a whirl
But I
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her
She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me
Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get
On the last one kept it real
This album I'm just really tryna show you how it feel
When your demons back from work and they just got some time
Dylan,
he was consumed by Dylan and Gregorian Chants. God, the sounds
that came out of his attic bedroom: scared the hell out of us kids some
nights. There
nigga do
And I don't give a fuck, they real sisters
You know I fuck them hoes by the two
Said 400 for your hair
Van Cleef, raincoat, Moncler
Say you last
heart
Feel of his daddy's hands on his crotch
so he keeps it protected
Now that's where he tucks the Heckler & Koch
I see him time after time
know the greatest he's the
Greatest creator of all time
So - if you're being creative
- my greatest inspiration is
God he made our universe you know? So
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
if it happen
Now im the man gotta blow up in rapping
Had to pick up my feet i ain’t got time for dragging
Hard to look at my sisters cuz they look like
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