Lyrics:
without the SoundCloud era
Flash to the future part two was the album, had about 12 songs even out the Malcolm, And I ain't Talkin ex (X) but she was round
gets dry
And I watch the world go rushing by
From ten feet behind my eyes
I know these darkened skies
Don't show me in my best light
But please don't
1,Lord of Lords, King of Kings be my guardian
In the valley of shadows your light leads me out
Eternal grace will flood us like tsunami wave
By
hat
Don't matta who you are or where you're from
Screw all that I'm not tryin hear that son
[chorus x2]
Who the fuck y'all want (jadakiss)
Who the fuck
cash more checks
Can't have beef on an iPhone X
Can't waste time 'cause my time's expensive
Everybody wanna be my arch-nemesis
Don't care what
fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six
Shadows form into hands and dance like scissors across the top of the van
Intoxicated by the fever that builds and the hospital pill
I am free
empty as the time goes by
Like it is today as you held me, little by little piece by piece by piece
I can see, I can even smell the pain
Ten years have
February 20th, los angeles, california
I'm in the studio with death grips
They're working on their new album at sunset sound studios
6650 sunset
What's today's Sunz-ematics?
Date of birth, '92, the first group out of the Wu
Ten years, paid our dues, of writin' these jewels
A "soldier" in
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack
Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X)
I get personal direct
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
Yes, you will
'Fore long you got
Your drivers liscence
And the world seems like it's yours
Except for the fact
That you've got to be home by ten
chick in handcuffs like one time
one rhyme will beat your whole damn album
one rhyme will make me sign on the X like Malcolm
the industry is rapping
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
and go take about like twenty G's from Gino
Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
Nigga
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
On the set, never change
You a lame, had to give up the game
Now they hatin' on (me)
Ten years, no album but when I drop
You know the fucking outcome, more
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
I hope you feel this shit
Top ten flow and it's still this shit
Went away, had to get away
Been away, came back and a motherfucker still the shit
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