Lyrics:
a fuck about your foreign
You could've saved that money by exploring
Not the world, I mean your inner self
Spent too much time chasing the wealth and lost
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
sparked in my head
I wanna make a Collab album because when we were making music on Golden Valley Road
Me and Jay were talking about making the Collab album
tryna have a good time forget the rat race
Stay floating forever like I'm in deep space
I'm sitting in music
I'm bored off my head
Should be taking notes
so long to put out my music, especially my new shit
People don't even know that I wrote half of the second album before I wrote this shit
And you
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
Yo ham, whassup, man?
Whassup, be-Down?
Ain't nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas
Out there talking junk about you, man?
Oh, you
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
Come on, yeah anybody in the party that’s
Afraid of the dark
Shellshocked, waiting on Asia to start
Break down, break bread
Let it go to your head
If
Nobody talking to me so I'm tryna be the toughest
Waiting for the bus with my headphones banging
I'm not going nowhere, shit, I'm just hanging
Dropped out
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
something I cannot teach
Cold flows every time I spit fire
My lyrics freeze
In time for me, to plan a future
Already head of my prime
By the time you cav'
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
fucking words you'll know what niggas mean by free
And i'm high as fuck with headphones on and my head down in my class
So when you see me sad and smoking
giving opportunity
Too make a difference in music but gave no opportunity
Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound
Same ol' producers with the same
something you could be in
Why y'all tryna fuck with me
Emceeing is a luxury
You speaking all this puppetry
You just keep on muttering
With music and some
I'm just saying I
Can't be the only one who felt it five years ago
These days all you seem to do is tip toe
By my side, tell me music that you like
for me ‘cause Imma cry
I made fucking perfection
Like its touched by god
I would never stop
I'll never have a break
Music keeps me alive
I don't ever
draw your inspiration from
When you're creating your music?
MGK: You know, it's funny on my last
Album, I wrote the song "27
" and I was talking about
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
When her album cover's photoshopped
And it's going, gone, want to sell a million copies
Bitch about the state of music to indie fucking jockeys
Or rap
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
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