Lyrics:
really want to catch me man
No, I, don't, think, so
I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so
I, make dough until there's none
were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
So
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance
I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
with my secret plans
Talk me down and out my head in a double bed
New releases get delayed by the blogs again
Back me up if the tourin' fails
of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd
them you're worth it just by using words
Telling me I stole the game
Boy this ain't a Heist
I done made it out my struggle
Now I've done it twice
They
Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Catch me, don't you
Catch me, don't you, catch me, I've fallen in love
For the first time
For you I drop the tough guy shit
On this bus I sit
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
clubs in Milwaukee inspired by the group called the Schemers
We were young dreamers
Hip-hop evangelism to the non-believers
Planet Patrol Afrika Bambaataa
I slice the tape in two
And mend it whole again (Erased)
The peaks are normalised
So we all sound the same (Erased)
And by a thousand cuts
A feeling
in two gallons
Am I hindered by the time in my life
Or is that only in my mind I need some time to unwind
This is the longest that I’ve been gone
So I
your career and leave you drowned
Congrats on the 10k albums sold
How many did you sell yourself
You sold out for a quick buck chuck
But it won't last
even know me, why you acting like my homie
I’ve been really by my lonely till I find my place real slowly
Static when you hit my line, shit is kinda
Uh, yeah yeah
Chuki Beats
Rap Life, Rap Life always by my side
I've been making music cause you know it's such a vibe
Stepping up my A-game just
cards suppose I ain't learning my lesson
Yo, I'ma tell you like this, I've been trill ever since
December the 10th
Hustler's holiday, I've been trill
an hour ahead
Cause I'm trying to make sure it doesn't happen again
I'm getting
Back with friends
I've been making amends
It took me too damn long to know I
cheesy lines get by like they names Chester
They bars should've been shut down like food inspectors
Y'all rather hear wack rhymes over hard beats
I rather
can't get off of me
I am the perfect example of what to be
I am the one who reached out and grabbed hold of infinity
Ever since I was little, I've been
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
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