Lyrics:
Let's get it
For every rap nigga I'm wit it
Peace to 2-3 zone, don't quit it
I'll be right here wit the 4-5 gripped
Lotta niggas talk while I'm out
And continue on my journey to try
To get to the top
And it'll never stop and I refuse to believe
That immortals only measured by selling a CD
Not enough from me
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin`
creepin' up, am I finna respawn?
I tell 'em "oui oui," they'll see through the spirit of my CD
When they see me with three gleams
The color of a kiwi, wan'
out now if you really want more
Let me take it back a few years describing the scene
In Cleveland, Ohio we're at Notacon 3
A hotel party that was
Cause I had the time 2
God did why didn’t you?
The beats get ran through like a track too
This is track 2
Attract to bitches with big bags & bags
down
Till you walking by yourself with a fucking tall frown
So I can’t stop, won’t stop and if I fall down
Let these words pick me up as I put these
mental capacity times three
I always know what's happening
Put me in a battlefield and I'll make it out high-fiving the enemy
I light up the track like I
This is a one trip nine production
With dj sergioking on the mix
My man come over here
Ya know pop this new mixtape and cd in
You're gonna be going
emancipation of your mind
Liquidation, incrimination of a false nation
Two thousand millennium occupation black poet on the run
Track translation
the concrete!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Knowdaverbs]
Take some time read between the sinewaves
excel in excellence plus divine is what the rhymes states
Eight tracks
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
“Cantaloop†by US3 was cool but what came as a shock
Was there’s no mention of my man Herbie Hancock
He needs more props cause the jam he concocked
And most
three becomes four
Our soundwaves run your city like parkour
Provokin' encores but we know you want more
That's what we're doing this for
Four becomes
a microphone invokes wizardry
Still a fiend, tongue twisting, iller schemes
Punchlines scripted like that Baby Boy one hitter quitter scene
3-0-1's the code
on some sort of wishlist
And come up with somethin' that fully expresses my interests (Uh)
A project created by my mind
With no deadlines for my lines or my
heavyweight
Flood the streets with my CD when the levee breaks
Hit the fade away like Bron up in the post
I got the game by the balls, I got it on the ropes
Well Lord don't move the mountain
But give me strength to climb
Eight track CDs, thirty threes
Cassettes and forty fives
Jimmy's lighthouse, birth
proper, back to the entertainment,
They thought I would have be finished by now,
Just up preparing another lines huh!
Where I am right now l, think is
has said this rap
G-g b cleanly, I sweep the debris
Lol, Haha, he-he
I'm old school like tape deck and CD
So cocky I trip balls, no one can beat me
I
Go figure, spaceman equipped with just a pen and paper
Spent 3 years in a tank incubator
Grind the sticks to a point and my point is maybe 3 years
gdzie śmierdzi rapem
Chwieje się na linii gaśnie światło
Co ty wiesz wiem że warto
Spoko na oko loko stać cię na koko
Jacuzzi z foką by pić za tych co nie
resilient
Tha Carter III CD the only time I got A Milli in (A million)
No FaceTime, decline I'm working
Go get mine, me time, I'm searching
No fake smiles,
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