Lyrics:
Tired of the fake and I'm tired of the bullshit
Grown ass man still tryna be a cool kid
Still doing things that everybody up in school did
Nowadays
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
on us
Biting us
I just wanna kick it back
Oh
But still I fall down
Oh
I feel the pull of it all
Pressure heavy
Slowly taking its toll
Plant a seed
Sit by
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Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
work ethic is absurd, man
Oh yeah, is it? Really? If I was so determined
Then I'd still know how to speak a single word of German
And the album would've
I'm still in beast mode
Ayo, if Superman was black, would he still be a hero
Or a zero, or a villain, killin' competition motivated by millions, such
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
what makes me scream
[Chorus]
I was never ever frightened
By the murderer on our block
He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters
The neighborhood
Jerusalem
Well they tried to silence Stephen
With the sticks and stones
But his voice is still ringin'
You can hear it in a gospel song
Singin'
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
slow
She caking that's fa sho but just know I'm in album mode
I don't need to say my name yeah they know
You can tell just by the flow that I'm geeking
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
I really thought you were my guy
Believed you when you said you'd slide
Can't believe I let you by my side
Still surprised you left me to die
You
at rock Bottom
Yea I talk alotta I'll still Smack The snot out em
Stoned in the stu Im tryna drop a Rock album
But I can't rush no anthem act Bad
than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
.jpg/300px-Stills_(7044697055).jpg "Stephen Stills")
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