Lyrics:
my heart, achieving the mark
Of being the number one MC on the chart
So on your mark get ready go
I Rock Steadied the show with
DJ Scott La Rock, you
trial while in my intertube, Tour de Force
Tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no caddy, gladly
Didn't
the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
You know, so many different levels, when 16 ain't enough, to living your life
Depicting with your
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
rock, country, blues American tales music
Hip Hop was created by the sewage and neglect
A feeling of abandonment, genocide and disrespect
Put that
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
when the sun comes through the blinds
I know exactly who to call
Watchin' the sun set in your eyes
But I spend the night alone
Ohh, in Arizona
In
them niggas Never rock it the same
Boy thought he was gangster until he got shot in his braids
You know we crashing out, if ever you hopout of your lane
of G-shit
When it's time to get active
You know we get sea-sick
We with the business by any means necessary
You can't fuck with this homie
With heart
mind because I be livin within a time
I gotta be so defined, by the rhymes I write every line so tight
And I might just fly like Michael's type when I
way
Up out to rubble, half heart half humble
So all expenses paid as I'm
Headin up this platinum road
I'm out to get it, you can keep your gold
I got
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
pretend to care about your kids
Spit like Michael Render
Give a fuck who I'm offendin I been packin hits
Homies stackin all them Notch bricks
Drinkin
Winner? you ain't fit to be that
Your heart weak
You'll probably die running the victory lap
Bleed that, die slow or better yet die quick
Unride my dick you
back and do it how they use to
Shine on your own merit straight from the muscle
Not measured by your carats or how many rocks you hustle
You probably
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
organised, it has structure
It has insight, this is rap music
Not to be mixed or deluded
[Pacewon]
Yo, is it your heart, or is it the lies
You lack courage
I would like to sit down
With Neil Portnow right now
I think the Grammys are super important!
I know so many cool artists whose hearts have
Been
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
out the rock I feel like James Worthy
I'm on some purple visions and I'm still searching
Paid like Kawhi to snatch your pride off the board
Me
they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance
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