Lyrics:
freestyle
That's why it's a free-style
Woo, Y'all know
This is the outro of the album y'all
I finna use 5 minutes
To explain myself y'all
You know the thing
poet that you know it would
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
Watch 'em keep your eyes open
Doesn't make sense
Now here I go, spittin' another verse
Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain't rehearsed
I'm
I was on soot
I was on creep, niggaz on look
I ain’t gotta say why
I give a nod and walk straight by
Bare bait eyes
She came out on G
What da fuck u
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
strong within
That when it came my fig leaves blew off in the wind
You left me naked at the cross
I am saved by your thorns
And without them we wouldn't
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
M1y entertainment
Nana na nana na
M'dubb
Nana na
Nana na
In the streets they call me charley
Nana na
Its mante on the track
Nana
Yo
I'ont need none
gotta pair liek chp huh?
thats why they vote for me huh?
thats why they hate on me huh?
video tape sirvalence me huh?
say stunnas i say coonnas
half naked
Some may say they've never felt love
Or that they're too scared to, so why bother right
Or they've fallen but into places
Where a cold stillness
to be, uh, like dropping knowledge and writin' good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm
to be, uh, like dropping knowledge and writin' good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
vacation nah
I had to make it
I’m not one for waiting
I just go and take it
Why you not naked?
Five!
[Outro monologue]
Wooh!
Yeah I like this sh** right
and naked truth
About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue
No more blood will be bled
No more tears will be shed by the
Girl with the heart of gold
and naked truth
About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue
No more blood will be bled
No more tears will be shed by the
Girl with the heart of gold
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
your palm
Close your eyes to see the stark
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by
the devil now I'm enslaved by this shit
Hand never sits still how shall I write with the pen
When you made me why did you leave me fucked up in the head
it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
Yeah, yeah, come on
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak
And now you're
foreign lands,
Talkin' bout {Ha!) Queens
I'm talking bout, Brooklyn
I'm talking bout, Uptown
I'm talking bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too
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