Lyrics:
Gangster or Pop, even backpackers know that I'm real good at rappin'
I was strugglin' back in the day when my hood was lackin'
Yo so I'm 'bout to talk
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this
this motherfuckin' game!
When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them
the palms
Cause my number one fiend is
Into stocks and bonds
Yo, my hand is full of ink spots
Writing with my pen
Got my ass in a mink spot, about to blow ten
to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
Yo, 'member when me roll up inna the court 6, 15 fi my case
Full Versace from the suit, Versace boot, Versace lace
Is like a presidential race,
Yo, I wrote this hook seven years ago[00:07.82]I kept it ever since[00:10.46]They're judging so often, put your dreams in a coffin[00:13.02]Full
Ryu and Tak and, turn on the radio, the Wake Up Show, what,
Ninety-two, ugh, we hype when we true
Yo, we are, from a, what, Style of Beyond and
We,
I'm thinking yo I'm kinda like a sniper
Reclining the seat
Turn the radio on cause I be hyped up
See them again
Forgive my sins
I try to blend with
the Live
Lounge, I'm a full-time MC, part-time singer
I am alive and strong, I'm a
Winner, part of The Streets
But I'm not Mike Skinner
I come from a genre
doing up radios sets I was
Spinning up all them fools
(spinning em spinning em ay)
Times I would get home late
To my mumzie’s crib simbi who are you with?
hardcore
Voice on radio, face on TV
Spanking new funky rhymes on a CD
Out to attack the wack, full contact
It's gonna be a long night go get a knapsack
I got
of cro
And that's a good reason to call this home
Every time I go and by my weed I'm like
Dankjewel bredda alstublieft
I started at the bottom work my way
Baby sorry about your man yo
How you call him boo but spend his time with his friends though
He don't buy you nothing buy you nothing
I'm just saying
tame old school lion’s till I faint!
Yo I rip competition up like a page full of mistakes,
Finally say okay when I escape this paper chase maze!
Chorus:
call my home
By the time you figure out what
The hell is going on little bit too late
You're extinct like mastodon
(Walk, talk) da, da, da, da, da
Da,
yeah)
But we can't do shit
Huh we're all fuckin rats
Trapped in a cage
There's no escape
Kris Queso
On yo radio
Fuck with me
autour du feu ninja
The only way to beat them is to feed them with their own medicine
So yo go get some knowledge cuz it's time for us to begin
They
on the radio
It's time to go akimbo
Yo you call for backup
I pull up in my car and then I spray
Yeah you better start to pray
That's what I'm fucking sayin'
I
You are now tuned in to W.F.a.b radio
Yo
Baby Girl where you at?
Right here
Right here
Right here baby
Here's another one
You need
got it
Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
my time
'Cause the time is of the essence and will pass you by
So many people want to live their lives
Through the eyes of another and I don't know why
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