Lyrics:
on
Spitting out verses when the beat is hot
Vision ain't blurred when I see the fog
Beefin' up the track when I rap 'til it's smackin'
The fact is I'm hated by
on
Spitting out verses when the beat is hot
Vision ain’t blurred when I see the fog
Beefin’ up the track when I rap ’til it’s smacking
The fact is I’m hated by
in the game that's embarrassin'
And we came prepared because I'm round hoe
On the down low
And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico
embarrassin'
And we came prepared because I'm round hoe
On the down low
And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico
From the O to Mexico, we
gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by one if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone ever rang all day?
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
in a cage of the light that I'm chasing
I'm never fazed by the words of the vacant
Perfectly fine is the lie that is blatant
So many chances but none
n' hand down that shore line
Just prayin' we do
N' someday I'll see you
A missin' piece
We're incomplete
Until we meet
Come with me
We'll make it by
HOWARD STARK
This is the key to the future.
I'm limited by the technology of my time.
But one day you'll figure this out.
And when you do...you will
LEAVE MY BABY ALONE
(Harlan Howard - Bobby Bare)
« © '64 Tree Publishing »
Don't you be a tellin' my baby lies
You better leave my baby alone
jaz
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Study my culture, soar like a vulture
My teacher Marvin Howard will create my sculpture
I'm kickin Islam, some brothers try
a day with the money and the power
Me I'm both them, money and the power
Push your tongue key
That's money with the powder
Inspired by them niggas and in
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
the plugs in a drought
Run on my own route
Stay true to myself, change the world, and then I’m out
More in store
Swimming back to shore
Aint going back no
every one of y'all a fucking coward?
I'm doing god's work by myself
Every real nigga's just an extension of me
I live and I die by the code I made up in
Who am I? Magic In Your Eyes
Like Dwight Howard
5"7 but i'm feeling quite taller
Shawty that like ballers
Tell her that I might call her
Job's not white
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
forget yahh
Wen I'm gone I'm still wit yahh
I love comin by you're house n seein all ma posta pictures
Dey make me feel so special wen da world all on my
the funky tunes with a burst
Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar
To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go
Set to show, everybody in the party that
surrounded by trees, oh it's so purposeful
Sound sprouting out from the ground
Howling it's way through the clouds
Drifting you back to the shore
Sound
I create the waves, you just play on the shore
I'm like a cloud my nigga, cuz when it rains it pours
Heavy precipitation, with thunder sounds
need create
This the lingering of faith
Man, I'm scared of greater waste
Life is lady and I grab her by the waist
No lingerie
Tempt the tempest
Maybe
need create
This the lingering of faith
Man, I'm scared of greater waste
Life is lady and I grab her by the waist
No lingerie
Tempt the tempest
Maybe
need create
This the lingering of faith
Man, I'm scared of greater waste
Life is lady and I grab her by the waist
No lingerie
Tempt the tempest
Maybe
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