Lyrics:
pussay
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life
Cool just like Michael
Now he rock ice too just like I do
Yo, you can't do better
The frustration is real because I'm so tired of trying to catch up to all the progress
I should have made by now
I learn something new everyday
And with every new
an asshole
But treat me like a sweet heart
What's good shit Skittles and popcorn
I'm a be the reason why your kids like to watch porn
Swear to fucking god I
concur that I'm here to conquer conquistador
No puppeting
No Kankuro
Who really want war
King Kong at your door
Motherfucker really want smoke
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
with your city boy you finna get locked
In the shadows where the darkness creeps Psychopaths my secret's in keeps
Cold heart no empathy no remorse
learn it all on YouTube
Get used to, standing apart from the crowd;
Speak from the heart and pass the loud, I Take Back!
(J'Von Kalonji Lil' Roc Lonnie be Mindbenda)
Yeah what?
Time for lyrical shanks to your gut
Death to wack MC's
First up is my nigga
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
broke your heart and got you on your knees
But me I know how to treat a bitch
Fuck all that nice ass sweetheart shit
Suck my dick now that's foreplay
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
gettin' accused for abusin' white pussy
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life cool just like Michael
Now he rock ice too just
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old school artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, you are not alone
Rock your hardhat black 'cause
myself in third person
Cause lately life's been feeling like a simulation
I hate this song
Switch to Michael Jackson
God I Rock With You
But you fuck with
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah,
of the game
And I ain't never skip a lesson
You can tell by my grades
Sometimes I rock braids
Sometimes an afro
I'm a Nuyorican Cuban
That's Pun and Castro
Plus
get the glory
And learn to love the journey
So the world don't forget your story
It's written for me
Just a summary
Of feelings that I process
Tryna
something you gotta learn from Jay
You will get return in your investment if attention you pay, let's go
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
to the rhythm come on
Crash into the color of your mind
I can feel it in my soul
Live on the record put the album on rewind
Rock n roll to the rhythm come
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