Lyrics:
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
drizzy named views after you
Bunda caught a case, yeah I saw it on the news
Swinging north east west down south e dey move
Would you be kind to follow me
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
One day, one night, one moment,
My dreams could be, tomorrow.
One step, one fall, one falter,
East or west, over earth or by ocean.
One way to be
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
One day, one night, one moment,
My dreams could be, tomorrow.
One step, one fall, one falter,
East or west, over earth or by ocean.
One way to be
stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is
the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?
[A.D.O.R.]
Man Pete Rock
Pure celebration, for all this generation
Ha... worldwide
It gets hot baby, representing, metropolis
[Verse One]
that's my movement I will
I missed his artery by an inch I need some improvements damn
I got them judging me together they think I'm stupid that's what
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
the game)
I was born with the skills of a black man
To survive in the streets and keep stackin'
I'm thirty years old, and far from done
I don't care
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
a taste
Young, and we ain't never done, pass it to my homie Nate
East Side throw it up, Movement never player hate
Chrome wheel stay spinnin', hoe
set
You East Coast niggas flow like the home grown grow
Zoo got the flavor, every color for the rainbow
Dream, on out far, pass the stars
Your
how we do
If you blink or move you on
The 9 o clock news i’m riding with flipmode
You ain't fucking with my crew
Being that gangsta nigga game tied
on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly
Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal
Control the block, serving up
and deport 'em all
Some of ya'll, y'all thank y'all are
But I assure you not by far
miseducated by a piece of paper
by the same ones who approved slavery
In
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"
No one gives a shit except
lackey
Join the Iron Phalanx in entertaining these latecomers while I prepare a reception worthy of their audacity!
The SORCERER: By your command, o
hued light heat, peak synthesis
Stars circle my vicinity
If you giving, give it willingly
This'll cleansify your codeine, purified by the O-Z
Fully
I was making records but wasn't making money
You can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
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