Lyrics:
spot where they found him
And the medics and and all the passers by go back
Where they came from till eventually
No one surrounds him and the blood pours
He's a semi aquatic
Egg laying mammal of action
He's a furry little flatfoot
Who never flinched
From a fray
He's got more than just mad skills
He's
(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,
My momma told me to dream big yeah kid
And from that day that's exactly what I did
Probably was about nine, around 89
Playing her O'Jays tape, song
what you please about de-funding police
Running your mouth means nothing to me
Nothing to see
Disrupted by corruption up to they cheeks
Can't breath
say I'm wrong
As long as we get it in by the end of the song
That voice is music to my ears, got that smile like Mona Lisa
You perfect girl I swear,
the sun
Her hands were like the white sands, and her eyes had
diamonds on.
We left the road and headed up to the top of the
Whisper Wood
And we walked 'till
waves across the sun
Her hands were like the white sands, and her eyes had diamonds on
We left the road and headed up to the top of the whisper wood
these shit songs
Iowa is plagued by the
Ones who wanna get grown
All these pussy ass rappers only do it
For the clout
All these pussy ass niggas
They
(Yeah)
Now get in ya stance to get in ya bag
And watch how no chick top that (Ugh)
You doing ya dance and shaking that ass
I gotta tip my top hat (Ugh)
Now
trip on it
By morning the coroners workin' dead bodies they findin' the Troponin
Walk through with gang we 'gon shut down the mall
Try and slide through
These rappers don't fuck with me
I'm bad company
We do a song they'd get out rapped publicly
So they snubbin me
Boostin me is how you end up under me
Pinochet Came from the Sea
(c song for Chile. The title and first line is my twisting of Chilean
Novelist Isabel cllende's opening line from her
where all da top chop shops are
The rap I rock's not far from a drop-top Cop car!
Hop out on the hot tar, run! Break the cuffs!
You got ta duck from
ain't backing out 'less I go to sleep
Get a practice note from the quotes I speak
Hat trick mode in my code of three
Ya back explode with my shoulder
for a shack from headquarters
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scuffed cause the road
for a shack from headquarters
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scuffed cause the road
jump out of stock caps
For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat
Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?
This rare rap, air vac', exit
What's going on? Why you got your screwface on?
Dead that, forget that
Diss track? Nobody wanna hear that song
Better get your thinking hats on
You
Of course let's get back to
The subject at hand
The mixtape the public demands
Wanna download it to their porn disc drive
Drive by! Pedestrians in a panic
why your bitch left you quick
Cause she seen my wrist and my whips got attention
Any beat that I'm on, bitch I murder
Gotta understand, I'm from
Always Follow Your Heart
This For Hip-Hop
Take it back 5 years Babygirl met you at a day party
2014 Santa Clara U the baddest shawty
Red starter hat
at your girl, she's a chubby cheek owner
You know i'm straight pimpin', sweet tea sippin'
Yeah i'm from the suburbs but i'm inner-city livin'
Yeah, i’m just
and get hung by fat shoestrings
Bottle with a hat and a cane like Bruce Wayne
See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane
Me and Shawnie Poo swing, gin
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