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But instead you got bitch smacked
By an ugly country bumpkin
Will the real Ryan Upchurch please stand up?
You about as useless
uh, couldn't remember the movie we just seen
But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown
How do the 125th street sound
Amateur night, Showtime
"I'm country and I rap!"
No, you're not and no you can't
All your one-syllable disses sound the same
Plus only one hick tik is your click to fame (Howdy)
the past
Wishing the good times would last (Aye)
They told me grow up, I gotta move on
They said I couldn’t pursue rap
But look at me now I get on tracks
Now
been?
It's been a strong five years since we last checked in
Ayo, been strategically movin' the chess pieces on the chess board
Yeah, you see me,
run
You allow my mind to stop racing
And night sky looks like a movie set
A traveler, a road trip on screen
With borderlines fade out by wind
Just
Gold
Pull up on a track like!
Verse 1
Personality split b****
I ain’t talking bout the movie split b****
Hit ya b****
Then I split b**** cuz I know
(Chorus 2x)
Blitz the block twelve coming in we gotta spin the car,
we don't stop at red lights fast just like a movie star,
if we stop at red
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
So I guess this is the track where you only get bars rap
Where I say I leave you all fucked up like a car crash
Where I take the piss out of what
tell her that I don't trust em
So fuck em, I'mma do this shit by my lonesome
Not a woman that's wholesome just a woman that's real
Gimme something I can
dat I fucks wit
Datll love to come in n drop dis country shit
Other dan dat ina one man band
Born alone by myself so here alone I stand
I ain't gon lie
yo
Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically
souljas (Yuh)
Haters kakaasi, I'm just livin' vida loca (Ha!)
Work hella clean, on the track make it nasty (Ay ay)
Sip Empi' Light, make my voice sound
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
holding me back
I put myself and my team on the map
By putting my soul in each one of these tracks
Riding through my city sitting pretty
Cruising in my subi
I was born to a family of jokers
Gamblers and smokers living on the line
I was raised by strong-headed women
Men who tested limits and did
Movie Stars Man a-Lista
This We You Run Outta Luck
Cause The Gal Love We Pon We Nuh Play Mister
Tun Up The Sound yeah Masterblaster
Truck Back Beat Make
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
that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y.)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop
without a sound
I thought it was right, what could I do?
Like a movie came true, when you came out of the blue
Runnin' away, burying piece by piece
Stand
I don't know what to put in front of or the back or the middle of this track yaaaalll
210
Up in this bitch
Jumped out of a plane
With no parachute
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