Lyrics:
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
the dark, to brighten the spark
Stick with it, even though you feel ya'd like to depart
Here's a track all about me, as I'm climbin' the charts
Do what ya
the temperature but
Next thing I know
I'm drownin'
This here for the sun seekers (run the track)
What makes you think
I'm not in love?
How could you know
on the loose (Loose)
忍者s By the booth (Booth)
Written on the truth
Hidden Scrolls I keep two (Two)
Tell ya what it be (Be)
Eye on Enemy (Me)
Keep them close
to a lifer who hates life as a con
Snitches sing like Seal, keep ya mouth sealed or get a matchin scar
Designed by a craftsman saw, I'm not what you bastards
value him it's most upfront in
Songs like 2013's "Lil Nigga Snupe
" a chilling track inspired by
The murder of the
18-year-old Louisiana rapper
Lil Snupe,
y'all know just what you're really in for, aye, aye
I come from a place where the clouds are always gray
Hidden Rain Village, we already live with Pain
My
fair
So just reach your sheer plain flare man, stair by stair
So which side of my air you prefer?
Cause my ego to your murk inside is compared
My shade
Brown skin brown nose tell me what it worth
Brown friend brown man step outside the borderland
Black man same mask
I am what I say I am
I can what I say I
got another one that just say hey
And Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet
Yeah Roy so cool
That racin' fool he don't know what
impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it
to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles
ya'll is what i call Wanna be's it aint shit compared
to Real Motherfuckin' G's
funky is this track...
Yo Dre, What's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's up?
that, I wouldn't do THAT
But by doing that, I just proved that, I COULD lose track, and then do it back
Or even worse stuff, like prideful arrogant,
to conceal it
Gotta hold cards tight to your chest
What's hidden as a blessing just might be a threat
Got a bit of fight left, but a bit of my best, interests
holy but I see the fucking shadows on me
Could grab the glory, only that ain’t what I stand for sorry
Cash hidden under my bed, got that mattress money
I'm taking your capital
You on my hit list cause bodies are cashable
Compared to bodies my money more valuable
Starve you to death with a chain
Yeah
This should be like the double track on the Lp
Watch it actually be though by accident
Yeah lockdown lockdown
Aye, lockdown lockdown hidden
I guess i had to take the long way just to get on tracks
Having shoot outs in them alleys with the hidden ex
Pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing
Just
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
Fueled by eighty proof, kept alive by pacemakers
Shouldn't ever have pursued when I knew the doons made her
No, I couldn't hate her 'cause I made the first
That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, bursting in the air are rockets
the Amtrak
Load up your knapsack and crease appendix operation
Leave out there with constipation
Exlax on tracks superb vinyl wax
It's a cold sore by
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