Lyrics:
Celebrate me throw my own parade
Big ole kid havin fun today
Hoppin off the float take a promenade
Strut presidential like John F K
I am in rare form
I hit
One by one by one by one they fade
In a slow silence of audio sort of way
In a rundown, rundown, rundown, rundown state
I feel numb now, numb now,
by his older and more experienced friends at that time , Shanks Monitor and Shanks Vivi Dee. Among the artists and acts he admired secretly were Atlas
by his older and more experienced friends at that time , Shanks Monitor and Shanks Vivi Dee. Among the artists and acts he admired secretly were Atlas
wouldn’t give him the time of day
One day John noticed in a watch advertisement
Every time piece had 10:10 on display
Be it coinsidence, masonic symbol
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
dry
Could you find it inna yuh heart
To give me one more bly
I won't abuse the situation
This time I won't lie
By mi nightly conversation
Also mi
dry
Could you find it inna yuh heart
To give me one more bly
I won't abuse the situation
This time I won't lie
By mi nightly conversation
Also mi
it's our night
it goes by so fast
Oh yeah!(rep)
I just can't wait, for tonight to come
been working hard all day,
and now's its time to play (oh
right, why I been so livid
I been havin dreams, man this shit so vivid
Lucid, my eyes take me trippin
Whippin, life goin by my vision
Slippin out of time
miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities, they wonder why minorities be trippin'
We ain't havin' it, time to tear this shit
spot it.
Tryin' real hard to get it,
You can forget it, because you don't got it.
And my skills are excellent, diggin' in the crates
And it's time
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
wit two precise niggaz, holdin' the right biscuits
There'll be a lot of cats leakin' out they life liquid
Niggaz who actin' hard this ain't Columbia
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm
to California now it's time to roll
I was sixteen mane, sellin' quarter keys of dank
My uncle was a balla from around the way
So I had the hook up
Whole
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning.
Lemme take you on a ride, I wonna tell ya’ll a story
I look back reminiscing all the times I was doubted.
How folks
in the dirt, havin' the time of their lives
While I was back their dyin', while I was back their dyin'
Fightin off old mate's scythe
And not a hawk
act for the bros
Get rushed by the Fedz, head straight to the back, let it flush
I been all in the ocean, havin' fun with the pussy, I'm slappin'
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit
Too many times I told these niggas stop playin' with me, go play with your kids
I don't wanna hear no opinions from people who still got dreams
you're hired."
At Dick's Automotive
At Dick's Automotive
At Dick's Automotive
At Dick's Automotive
John studied real, real hard.
He learned how
fact, it probably puts a target on your back...
Holy Spirit
I need you by me (I need you close)
Holy Spirit
Promise you'll guide me (I'm pretty lost right
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