Lyrics:
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
your fucking head up
I was nineteen
That's when I started making the music
That's when I dropped the neverland
Me and Nas would go stupid
Started cutting
your head every day of the week
You sent me a voicemail, I had that on repeat
You said that we done, but we never started
I didn't do music, so look what
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
has really sent a sign
People that are telling me my music really helps
Now They know they're not alone they don't suffer by themselves
It's crazy cuz I
They don't want no smoke, they go to vapors
Shawty heard my album with a bunch of different flavors
Magazine cover need the front of the Fader
Jump
a better understanding for the music than most
People say they breaking bread but all the breaking is toast
I know they coming for my head until I came in
shit homey, it's in the back of my head
And it's some shit homey, but I just rap it instead
See I got wolverine bones in me
But the whole world is
you for accepting all my movies and my music
Thank you for an open mind with everything I’m doing
Thank you for tuning with CAGE 86 every time
Thank you
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
on this album
Cutting out distractions around me but
Sometimes it gets hard for me to focus on music
When life feels so confusing right now
It feels like
musicians and poets in the world, many of them Older knew, his name on album sleaves of some of the greatest music. They talked about Socrates Theory
If you want it boy
You can just let me know
Talking all that smack
Keep putting on a show
But your music's whack
So you know
You got to go
Split
bullshit, you gon' fall in love with music
You're finna get arrested, almost fuck around and lose it
Spend days in juvy standing at the window, looking
Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah
that man I get to the bag
But that nigga Shadow...
He hit me up...
He said Dub man lets
Gon head and drop this tape on em...
I said shit lets get to it
some more
Tell me what my name is
I might as well just summon my goat
Drop a second album I did it for my people my Folks
I see the lyrics in my head
minds?
Full on instrumentalist.
Cause I fed my brain
c lot of books I read
cnd all this information is going on
In my head.
We've been recording tracks.
talking 'bout Andre
I put it on your head, I ain't talking no toupee
See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe
Squeeze on his trigger like ain't no
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
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