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on a whole
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
'Cause we'll be the Old School artists
And even in that time, I'll
and the occasional hug
Than words such as "love"
And all those years of poison didn't help
You cheated on her, but never on us
But when that voice whispers into
temperaments, left continents dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries
temperaments, left continents dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries
Twenty years estranged
And the clock is ticking away
As symbolized by that November day
Unchanged
Would I even miss him?
The poison drained from his
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T,
Conversations late at night
So many hours passing by
You know we ain't acting right
Before we talk imma check yo vibe
Everyone here tryna live
Time flies when you're high
Head was stuck in the clouds
I was fifteen when I started
cnd I'm twenty five now
Been some years since sober
cnd I'm
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home
twenties
I tried to become a recording artist and recorded an album of music
My partner producer Paul and I worked 50/50 on a 10 song album that we called
chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
“soon his flame will got a blow”
But I will write and sign in the sky
“I’m renewing rock and roll”
Written by Saulo Ol. S.
and dreads (uh-huh)
Bounce (bounce), rock (rock), roller-skating
On them twenty inch tires with the platinum Daytons
I'm not that B-G popping all that junk
the old school cause rap on the whole
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cause we'll be the old school artists
pistol like weave with extensions
P Twenty if a nigga wanna pop
Drive by with that sniper or the chop
130 pounds but
The glock weight 32
Got so much
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
School 'cause Rap on a whole
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
'cause we'll be the Old School artists
And even
waters in motion, the tide was coming in heavy
I always knew I was chosen to handle whatever chose me
Picking all of my poisons, abandoning my emotions
this Capitalist aggression, but in the end, they learned a valuable lesson,
Woman 2,
Plus Group
they could no longer poison and profiteer year after
Sippin the Henny, it’s beige not brown
I copped a pack, smoke loud by the pound
We hit the town, and we get it shut down
Spin the ol’ block while I’m
[Chorus: x2]
Damn, it can't get no worse than this cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve
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