Lyrics:
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
goal
With this album, I tried to create my own lane in this rap game
My own style feel me? shit thats hot
But still got bars feel me? Shit to turn up
Were breaking shackles
Off of there souls
That was lost under control
That was spiritually oppressed
By the serpent of old
Then I met Carry Smith
Aka
souls
That was lost under control
That was spiritually oppressed
By the serpent of old
Then I met Carry Smith
Aka C The Light
From Draw Nigh Ministries
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
grew up in the south
First name reppa, small town steppa
Always had drive, big body Tesla
I.e. never on cruise
Sleep on me, but I never press snooze
Nah
like Will Smith with the steel
I could save the world when shit get for real
Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill
My rhyme style is blind, it's
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
will be televised
This album has been in the
Making a quarter century
Born to bless the beat and
Rap over recorded melody
I knew the truth since I
Was
Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
[Verse Two]
Them clowns like Will Smith got fast cars and fancy homes
But I'm headstrong, I could even break Puffy Combs
Some kids still doubtin and they
my style as a Rebel misfit
Always awaken by my instinct while haters stay acting timid
Telling on their self I'm watching their actions cuz words are
you'll listen to all year
And by hit I'm not talking about what you get from a vape
I'm talking about what you gonna hear on this tape
yeah
Some people
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
say some cry
Can't get by so later on they die
Because the strong will survive
The weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
about four seconds
A teacher will begin to speak
How many emcees must get
Dissed before somebody says
"Don't fuck with Kris"?
This is just one style out
itself
But the people want everything else
OK, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
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