Lyrics:
No time for strife, decrease releasin through the mic device
You better think twice, precise or get crushed like ice
Ever since I been an MC, never
and wrapped silk, like halos around my brain
Address me by my alias you know my fucking name
A friend of a friend, a friend of a friend has gone
All around
Time is evil
Time is the force that makes us rot
Time organizes everything you love inside a box
Time's forever
Time isn't measured by a calendar or dial
Nah, y'all, nah, y'all, uh uh I ain't disrespectin' though
I'm just sayin' it happen to me it can happen to him
How you doing?
What's your name?
Nah, y'all, nah, y'all, uh uh I ain't disrespectin' though
I'm just sayin' it happen to me it can happen to him
How you doing?
What's your name?
the world
(all around the world)
Silk on silver screen have made of you a movie star
Invited to joy the profit of a toast
It makes an appetizer for you all
igniting my fuse
He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stockings
He was rocking with an optical illusion
And this ain't how I thought it'd be,
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
are
Satisfaction is my reaction
Every time I'm near your heart
Can you feel it?
Know you see it
So many people in pain
Thank Jah for the love we
dying to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme
I tell 'em hold up
All I know is that Trap Lord, that
It's kill bill time, for real Ill rhymes
Just still feel nice, and will drill my
Toxic bitchin competition talkin shit with
All these frickin freestyle
I'm with my babies I'm switching off all my phones
It's a, beautiful thing, a beautiful thing
Make songs, make mama go sing
Don't try to call me for
tryin' times, livin' blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head
One day while he was waiting for the trolley, he had a hat
My high silk hat
He wore it high upon his head so proudly, a beautiful hat
My high silk
down
No clowns are at all allowed
Everybody out
No sound when we come to town
What's that all about?
Jake$wisher
Fake killer
For the sake of time
Yeah, Silk Slim, WolfpaccMOE
Yeah, you know, it's a risky business out here
It's like a full-time job just to stay on your grind and stay out
the arrow in the sky,
I search for the mote in my brother's eye
Beneath the pence...
A time of blunt instruments.
Still uncertain when I've woken
Or what
the floor
Now I had him, time to put his head for rest
So I beat him unconscious and I started gettin' dressed
Honey all hysterical and screamin' all
I was raised on McKinley
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pussy ass nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I y'all ain't been sendin' me
Sean Paul:
This one is for all the sexy ladies
Yeah man
Pack it up now, buck it up now, pack it up now, buck it up yo
Shaggy:
Sexy, Sean Paul do
needle on the record
And everybody check it, cause I never been affected
By what they say
It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears
For my
still be all good
Making big bucks, spending dough on a mansion
Lap of luxury, comodo for this dragon
Toucan play at the rap game
I'm always pushing
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