Lyrics:
sound, sound, ayy)
Couple pieces, gotta have it (have it, ayy)
Caught a wave, is it magic? (uh)
Crush your head, is it magic? (uh, ayy)
Dropping bodies
In 2 perspectives, 1 in 4k, 2nd in 1080
So let me step back, collect my thoughts and start painting
A image that couldn't be duplicated by a copycat
Lyrical, Eye drops, Relieve clarifying
Sight through malice
Creating, Beauty and bliss
Out of ugly, Extreme, Circumstances
As if magic, On this sadness
I
I had a dream I was on a long journey hope not the wrong path.
Feeling blown away by superman's strong breath.
I can feel the wind so cold it gave me
to
Say you buggin' a little
I was elected for sure at four
There was a call I was
As my father spit the gospel of Christ
By grace through faith alone
I met
The pc-screen is all that you ever had!
You are an MC-guy, you have a Harley Davidson
You´d like to show that you're a masterman
Real Rock'n'Roll
(ooh, let
and Mr. Magic had static
Over Kiss FM and BLS which one is the baddest
Brothers on the block was doin' the Wop
While the cars drove by bumpin' real hip
and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin
To my knowledge the father never taught frontin
Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard
But you're dissed by
salty? To much sodium soy
Can ya brother get a q that you only destroy
Why should I apologize, for my father's wallet size?
Now they wanna get volentell
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
back with this pack of Zig-Zag's and this bag
Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this, on this Earth
And since
back with this pack of Zig-Zag's and this bag
Of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest MC on this, on this Earth
And since
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her
Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)
Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
faith, a child was born, but no
one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
Another sky is
sucked by the light
M.C.'s get stuck up by the Bai Me nine strikes
Keep a Tec, all up inside ya R.E.C. Room
Ya crabs, won't fall from the Sun of Neptune
I
and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
still you failed
The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance
My slang been around before baton and Benetton
I've been on, fingerprint, two
the unerring
shaft of your bow in the poison of Desire
Come Medea, Come Medea, Come Medea
by the Plain of Earth
and helius the sun
father of my father
by
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
You say it's alright if I want to come by
What can I do for you tonight
But if I'm gonna come by, then you'll have to try something new
And if you
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
find a way in
It's the money man
They don't understand
Why I can't even let em in
I don't recognize by the outside inside visualize
When it comes
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
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