Lyrics:
work (CDs I'm selling my beats)
And I work (part-time at the retail)
And I work
(I'm just about to be in the street)
And I work (the cars that I'm
major labels
The big studios who still give niggas favors
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D
major labels
The big studios who still give niggas favors
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D
er ude af trit med flokken)
Udgiver en plade af samme navn på vinyl i to dele
Ekstra numre på cd og samlede det hele
Vi gør det uanset. Men det er et
major labels
The big studios who still give niggas favors
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D
feeling blanker than a CD ROM
And all I ever wanted was for
Them to see these rhymes
They telling me be patient
I ain't got the time
Cause I'm seeing trash
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
a laughing track this life is a sitcom, and it's out of date like the CD-Rom
I think it's time we all upgrade take off the masquerade and show our smiling face
one
In this heavenly song
Rays that you gaze at
Might make you play us back
CD rom dust tracks
We got to bust that
Best part batch
Unless we started
that Hunchback of Notre Dame
Couple years back, white Christmas frosted window panes
Snowed in, tapped in to CD-ROM Windows games
If you ain't fuckin
out
Like a cd rom
Or lil durk lookin
Like a uncle tom
Rest in piece's
For killin von
See ya on the outside
Show em what im talkin bout
See ya
rosarot so wie die Telekom
Und Cr7 hat kein Bock zu pressen - CD-ROM
Der King - nicht mehr verloren so wie Lilo, Kid
Und du trägst immer noch mein Ring so
an R6 and a motorbike jacket to
Make sure I minimise any injuries
Yo, come follow me
I make money but I don’t work in the mint
Brown, purple, pink
'Cause
Fart 1, Fart 2, Fart 3
They're long streams of pure poetry, formed by as many searchable keywords as possible
This is where the work transcends
Every
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
repeat, it won't
This is the good thing
We can edit all this
In the actual CD recor-
He meant to play the track again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you all
at the brain
I have hoes back of the church
Hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to
Come and greet my men
I pop niggas
beat and making ill flava
Sometimes I pop in my own CD's and listen to myself
Comparing what I hear to everybody else
I even played it for my mans
a CD-ROM in the Pyrex
OT commutе from Dietnam to Chiraq
Milwaukee to the Show Me State
Boston to the Golden Gate blood diamonds
Built three pints of Hi Tech
Sonnin' niggas they got different moms
Put my life all on a CD-rom
& I'll evolve just like a Digimon
You'll never know what he sees
saw a bunch
bombs.
A lot who didn't came back uncle Toms
We go back to the days of CD Rom
Cut them buffoons off if I plan to stay armed.
My whole crew informed
in love
And I want to stay alive
Want my children's children to survive
I'm in love I'm in love
I'm in love I'm in love
Peeping Tom with a CD Rom
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