Lyrics:
the fast lane, Ricky Bobby stackin' paper
Mr. Rager, bringin' 88 back, gold and a pager
Throwbacks on my soundtrack
Started with a backpack and CDs from
Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C.
Also by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the Bush and by Carthy
Child #44
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===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
In '95 this rap style was impressive
By 2005 most rappers lost the message
2014, rappers wearing dresses
Shit is tough to look at like airplane
barely had clothes, and when it snowed,
And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze.
No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire.
back spread like a disease
Chuku Rest In Peace
I press my notes like Alicia Keys
Like I leave no crease
Harlem shake, I feel like a beast
Black Rocco
Yah Yah
Yah yah yah
I got a dream
See a red I8 boo and it gat no keys ooo
Pull up at the crib by 2 by 5 better know that my crew there too ooo
Take
Staring at the ceiling traumatized by the demons
Ah! My mind is deep in a maze
Ah! I do not hear what you say
Ah! We go way back in the day
I don’t converse
on the mat
Balance sheet too whack
Non blacks on crack but blacks still can't crack the fact that we're last
Gotta pull it together
By the time that it rains
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
order, I told you, it's plenty
I'm real, I have the gold in my hood and my city
I'm real, I have the hardest to come out the city
Key
Key
for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
Ya'll niggas need a co-sign homie
I'm the gold mine
Montana Johnson when it's
for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
Ya'll niggas need a co-sign homie
I'm the gold mine
Montana Johnson when it's
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
“Big Bang Blues”
Words & Music written by Paul Duke
© 2020 Formerly Saul Music BMI all rights reserved
Verse 1
A guess in time but a toss
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
when you
Fucking disappear
I can't see the black
I don't want these diamonds
You can have them back
There's nothing left to
Fucking crack I
Grab my keys
to get heard
The uncut give it to niggas raw gets absorb
Why is it that every black brother talks the slang
Why is it that slang determines if a brother
sleep
I pile my rhymes by the heap on cassettes, Lp's, cd's and 12 inches
Perform the shit and get the girl like pinches
With good intentions, the key
Yea
Welcome to the CD
Debut Shit
I'm Steve Austin when I step in the ring
Stunning all you motherfuckers on my way to be king
I'm up and coming,
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol'
Gold teeth
Match my gold bitch
Match my gold whip
Match my gold keys
Gold everything yeah you know it’s true
And it shines through what I been
Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold
Now our pockets swoled
Been having hoes
Been having niggas on go
For real
Ask about it
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