Lyrics:
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
"Look, I was gonna go easy on
You not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to get this one chance"
"Something's wrong, I can feel it"
Six
we gotta chop
It up to get the best version, so just)
Take all your favorite holidays
You know, I feel like in
Martin Luther King Day
For his dream
looping ultra-high-res flatulence, each sample lovingly
Given its own channel, curated by exquisite taste and effects changed, then you need to
Get up
feel like, i gotta spit these bars quick
Before the starship gets blown up by the martians
These wars aint stoppin
Bipartisan prison, lets make everyone
some better chants
But chances are I'll set the bar
Higher than their hands
LT cuz I'm lit
QT so I quit
LG I'm legit
See me, I'm the shit
LP harder hit
that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin' your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I
that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin' your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I
2)
Put your hands.
Put your hands.
Put , put , put
Put your hands.
In the Match ,
In the
(Bridge)
Look at me, look at you.
Look at see , Look do too
Your tenderness could make me cry
Open up your heart tonight
You and me as one
(I'm finding hard to say that I'm in love)
Hold me tight
If you go i'll
gonna be, gonne be, gonna be, gonna be,
King of the pack so I can act this brave,
The cards always dealt was a hand of Spades,
That I had to use to dig up
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
popping we wall to wall party hard and it non stopping it all love and respect throw your check up ain’t got no time for set tripping get your checks up
bed by four, I'm up by noon
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishin' and again I might not
I might get me a forty or pour me
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
the C's, D's and the triple O.G.'s
I was raised on the blocks where the rocks got chipped off
Lift off when the flame hit the glass pipe
Flash ice get your
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it takes just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
else to come along
Made this song
I made this LP
Feeling like ye
Move like LP
Killing any mic anybody hands me
Blowin doja and i know you smell me
When
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
giant sized,
Come to my school, get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they teach?
English, math, and history.
Pimpin' game, you can learn.
And if
prosper
All the white men CEOs, fuck your privilege
Get your pink chubby hands off my mouth, fuck you think this is?
I told my lawyer stand by (war),
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