Lyrics:
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face.
>From Princeton, to ????? my
sixty
Gimme the mic an I'ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
'cause when he do, that's when he kiss dee
Titles go by
telling me you'd rather get your dick sucked
By A Machine
All the yout's collected
By a machine
Born, raised and fed
By a machine
Captured human capital
By
hopped up out a frame
Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game
My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King
A Midwest rider like
and through his Ballin'
Not to diss
I been in love with his shit
Ever since my friends had showed me
The Incredible True Story (Uh)
Like a broken record
I've
will see today
Maybe we will meet someone new
It's not up to me
It's up to the last movie I watched or the last album I listened to or the last kind
Billy Bass
Ay yo try me I bet I deliver I'm Bezos
You can get it all from me like Bezos
I can give half of my raps away by the end of the day
I
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
ain't got me
Yet so y'all don't stop me
See a stampede of fake cats
Runnin' from Bill Cosby
What does he gotta do with you doin' you?
Y'all know
(Oh my god I'm gonna miss my cue)
It's the same old, day old, wake up, feel cold
Somethin' in me thought that by this time I'd be a miracle
Find
bread my decisions unanimous
Wallet on paralysis till I can afford more palaces
Studio grind but I've been in need of apparatuses
Send me the bill after
flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million
Da room has turned me on I'm masterbatin' at da top
These hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop
kept
My new bitch wrote our name in cement but don't forget
There was a moment where the time stood still
Things you let me feel in the house by the hill
and say shit
That's gonna get the 12 after me
And then on the news the next morning they're gonna say that
A black man got killed by the heat
I'm tryna get
This was not what I signed up for. Andy screamed at me.
What do you mean? You told me you wanted me to write Christmas music! I yelled back.
I
How you feel I can tell by ya energy
Tryna flex okay
Know you see the come up I be killin em
Why you stress on me
Only roll with the reel like
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
gives me thrills
Alright on the ball, like the great china wall
Unreal character, I'm a fucking marvel
Start in fifth gear, will not stall
Album to sick,
and him, See’me king
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting die
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Watch the ends go by
Woman
who rarely even charge me the bill
PlayStation and chill, he sharin’ shit like a cousin to me
Stayed honest, he ain’t bluffin’ on me
Shout out Flame
I got bills to pay, studez to rent
Girl problems plus an album due within nine days
Stress to the brain, mumsie's going through so much pain
Every
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
Movin' in my land cruise 'cause my Lexus caught a flat
So had to take it back
Gold and platinum albums bought me gold and platinum credit cards
I work
oh oh
But not a superstar, you know
It's like a service job
Nobody paid me to write this
Only track on the record that wasn't a paid assignment
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