Lyrics:
are aligned perfectly straight
My rhymes are defined by a horizontal 8
A keepsake, a gift, I make art and music shapeshift
Seamless, this coupled motif
partays
Had to push a couple vacations back on layaway
But it was alright cuz you made it work out anyway
And it's by the grace of God that you standing
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
many artists that have a bad first album, but their next one gets better. I hope this happened for me.
All my broken dreams hanging by a noose
Just
time, folks
I first got to hear Mason at our Singers and Songbirds Songwriter Festival back in April
hosted by my non-profit, Roots in the Round, and when
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
The Diesel, I'm back, bored and the semi just left him split
Glue em' back together, reincarnated
Me and bars, made it rated R
Rated album to album for sake
hard they are obscene
I been on the road callin' kill streak
This album is so hard but it's unique
This is my league
Let me proceed
Number 1 spot yeah
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
Why am I like, this
Is anyone similar in comparison
All I have are my lyrics
Will they ever be cherished
God is this my purpose almost free from
children in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
feeds you
I need you to listen
my words are whet with crystal-clear wisdom so they glisten
and I fill in the blanks for all the answers that you're
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin'
at the same place you are now in
You shouting, announcing, you wanna win
With similar minded men with great business acumen
We can make an acquisition till
, one in a million it seems
Started to tear at the seams
You act like you are okay
I know youre just pretending
I have known you longer than anyone else
brainer
Future risky king of optimistics
Got my whole team living in one body
Got my instincts showing me your gimmicks
These are levels someone stole my
of banks
Then just maybe we can get to the solution that we all want
Freedom - is found in ONE person, Jesus
So tell everyone they're invited to come
We are
grinding so hard i can hear me balling
I'm making one tape you can never pass on
The beats are A-1
The lyrics A-1
The flows is A-1
Its all made by one
the rubbish
With the other broken toys
Disposed by a vicious public
R-R-R round we go
B-B-B back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys
Clout chasing
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