Lyrics:
comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
It's not too short, but then again it's not too long
I brought someone with me, someone you might know
He's bound to wreck your body from the tip
Sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the Crackerjacks just through delieve
Stress it's a mess I decided to work
But it's hard to work
Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal
It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables
When they crown you and you rise up to your position
Carry
Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
God damn, man, everybody got
You won't belong to me, I let you down
I walk around 'n' see your night skyline
I feel the light but you don't want to stay
So lonely now, just
That ain't really fair
The cards I hold, got me exposed
Now I'm more self aware
My conscious keeps on telling me
Scott you been acting recklessly
Moving
dog - the bulldog's claw)
Kill the policeman:
Walker done done
Me and Harpua
We couldn't care few-a
It happens all the time
We beat Okimo
(Repeat
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
who I'm by
Don't test me don't try me they want to put me on
Them off white, pale yellow, small money making stones
Set up shop out of my own momma
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Sky walker hittin' jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains
Yo, yo, yo a nigga like me is in this here rap game
Niggaz actin like Mr. Cheeks ain't the same
But first of all I make cash moves outta state
but that don't bother me, me
I be the microphone talker, the big street walker
Known to rock a rhyme, a bonafide New Yorker
O.G. godfather, like
Singing everyday we de find song to blow
Hoping for the day I go walker (Walker)
Everybody for the town go take my photo
Me me me want to be the bosssss
Me
down by your side when deep down they be lying
Everybody say they putting on for the city
But they helping everybody except my people in a bind
Everybody
Summertime but it feels cold
Sun's out, it ain't shinin' though
I'm just tryna make it through the day
Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
As I lay me
lined up like
Prey in the Sahara
Dismount front truck cab and stampede
The pool of Steinlager like
A school of piranha
Box under arm but still under
tell me what it is
He said, 'The end is nigh
You can fight or you'll die
So, I've tied my note to you
But there ain't no body to speak of
Disembodied
lonely even though
I stay with homies
But, damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
I don't trust
Chazmichael
First name Doctor, Last name Scott, Middle name Chazmichael
First name Doctor, Last name Scott, Middle name Chazmichael
Call me Chazmichael
I go by
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
to the Wonka of the feat
Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes
If we get fined by police
Don't worry, yo, I got the papes
Toxic is the talk that I tell
And she's down with me, wild of most wild
Born child to the old school legitimate (soul)
Talker of the many paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty broken
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