Lyrics:
and re-writin', recordin' and re-recordin'
I've been cuttin' and pastin'
Second guessin' what I've been makin'
I've been lost in translation, trynna get back
will pop up and I'll take a spot from you
I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you
three
And I knew right there just breathing his air
What I wanted to be
Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who had
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
talkin' about?
So this is a letter back down home, I know what I'm
Talkin' about.
It go like this:
I've had my fun, whoah, if I don't get well no more
the cops
Don't you dare stare, you better move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
on the crossfade
Cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read
I see you, kid, alone in your room
You got the weight on your mind
And you're just trying to get by
Your world is just beginning
And I know this
got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor
got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor
[Intro: RZA]
Yo, the great Digi
"What are you looking for?"
The World's greatest mind
Bob Digital
"Man with no mother"
[RZA]
Yo, try to cross
This is a story about Tommy and Elaine
Just another case about the wrong path
It's gonna get ya
Tommy was a nobody
Throughout his childhood years
the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push
we will be there
no matter what
may come along
always remember
these are your
Family Years
Funny how time passes us by
you always
to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing I'm
Shorty ain't looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain't dived on him
Kase
Of Key
(chorus)
I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
I Get High With A Little Help From My Friends
I'm Gonna Try With A Little Help From My Friends
SPREAD FEAR LIKE A DISEASE
WHILE THE POLICE STATE CREEPS LIKE THE RISING SEAS
WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE?
WAKE UP, WAKE UP
WE GET WHAT WE DESERVE
SOMETIMES I
a
What
Silly me, silly you, pitty you, pretty funny
Dead joke
Sitting back, in the back, listen in, watch close
Let's Go
Get it by, any means, another
up, can I get a minute? Better follow me”
Ayy got off on a break
On a technicality I got a tree to hold the weight
Wouldn’t stay up by itself, and then
right now I can barely get a wave
Thrifts instead of the high street chains
That's what you do when you're too far from a raise
(Uhhh retail job? minimum
for every single fucking inch I get
When I rap, everybody just insist I spit flames
But every time I post, I just get silence
Dang, my homie said it's
It seems that I've been living backwards
Least that what my mind's been telling me
The more the days go by coping with Liquid therapy
Probably be
What part of hell from hence did you arrive?
To try and destroy my fragile mind till I get to the point I'm afraid of life
You blow my mind
You crack me
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