Lyrics:
it on rock radio
but come 'round here, get slapped with flow
I know you know I'll take your ho
I'm throwin' bottles, stumps and elbows
everytime I
on that killa man.
you got that kryptonite, grippin grains, switchin lanes..
french-inhale, while I'm puffin, beat choppin.
woah, seein slow. had them
got a midnight psyche
Darkness dwells in my melon
(Darkness)
G-O-D, G-O-D
I wanna be right by you, before you decide to take me
If I do not right these
beat him up, broke his jaw
He claimed he got jumped
Got on an orange suit it hurt to see my mans in cuffs
It goes to show how these Brooklyn streets were
anticipation of having niggas waiting
For that album, it's like cutting off your circulation
I used to say I couldn't live without my radio
But in this day
never really gets easy
But hold on! It gets better, kid, you gotta believe me
It's hard to keep breathing in this kind of pressure
That leaves your soul
thrill
My son started illin so I said chill
A man can't live on bread and water alone
But by every word proceeding out the microphone
My wife woke up,
of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista
Kick it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung
just don't know what to do
I want your sweet sweet love, got a sugar rush
First time that we touched we had Nirvana on the radio
But we've been just
Here I go again with my split personality
Musical formality, the demon is inside of me
Schizophrenic, psychosomatic
Rhymes are automatic, radio
I lost my first record deal in ten months
Blinded by the light from
Let's run to redrum
Now I see it twenty twenty
Like Dateline, you can't rush in
like the ceilin' fans
Check the status and i'm still the man
Who the greatest?
Sometime it get misconstrued into
Who the latest
Or who the radio gone
Hanibal Adley
Hit a grand slam like my man Don Mattingly
Come prepared if you ever try to battle me (why)
I got rhymes coming out my anal cavity
Tell me what the devil had in store, not to buy a thing
Told me grand baby you gotta really now be smart about it
Don't let them see you sweat,
Close to a decade of my life would fly by
School friends and I, we remain distant
They remained pissed off and twisted
Think they mad at me 'cause
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