Lyrics:
Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man
Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from
Motherfucker overdose or some shit off
when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
From the bone to the tip
I be cold as a bitch
Luke Rich
I'm not no doctor why they think I hold the patience
If it ain't about them dollars I don't know
talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you
existence from Mondays through Sundays
Hoping for better right now, there's only one way
Dark nights, gunfights, shit and piss on the subway
He can lose his
Yuh, yuh, yuh
You ready?
He said he likin' my energy
(Likin' my energy)
Recognize me from his fantasies
(From all his fantasies)
Got him believin'
From the bottle
Said her ol' man committed a crime
And he's doin' time,
So now she's in the bottle
She's out there on the avenue, all by herself
Ay, ay
Oh please, we ain't got no P's
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
It's like
Oh please, we ain't got no P's
Because we spent
them hot
Poplock from the block
And it's never gone stop, till I drop
They here me, said I'm
Ready to pop
To get that number one spot
And ain't
yet we're snowed in
Don't know where our next dollar's coming from
Living the life of a poor musician
Headliner's strong so he keeps his 9 to 5
yet we're snowed in
Don't know where our next dollar's coming from
Living the life of a poor musician
Headliner's strong so he keeps his 9 to 5
Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these Nikes
Spin him when he's sinning like he tries
Never needed weapons, Fuck A Strap
No Knife
We're gonna write
ain't basis whip it
Truth better be told
Lot rappers out selling songs worst than
The croak of toad
If am not too cold
Am making more rhymes in rhythm
"Yo-Yo!
You're so intelligent
and elegent."
I n-I never Run to be D
with another MC
I got what I want
right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
he's a MD.
97th Street was shut down Saturday between 109A Avenue and 110F as police are investigating
another homicide in our city
Paco, he alerted the cook
story in a brand new way,
He got the rhythm!
Don't you want to be a genius and a real harmonic sleuth?
Bird found the truth:
To live a life of music is
put me in it, I win it
The mission is music and rhythm
Rhythm backed by words, all in my system
System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in
it, I win it
The mission is music and rhythm
Rhythm backed by words, all in my system
System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in
Heart into
A brother walked by and offered his help
Ordinarily I woulda did the shit myself
But he, changed it quick
So I passed him a ten
Here I go on this journey
It's my fault, kid
We ended up on BALTIC
Off course
But still we ain't takin a loss
There he go, READING at the RAILROAD in his Porsche
Waitin for his
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
and try to channel you
Drive through memory lane and then I see you by the avenue but
It's probably best we lay
It's probably best we found
A fire
fears, an engineer and the logarithms
Took a bite from Adam's apple, had to grab the throat
And now my knowledge ending the fear, by logging these rhythms
LIKE KUNG FU
TELL ME WHAT YOU GON' DO NOW
WHEN WE COME THROUGH
I AM UNRULY
UNCANNY
AIN'T NO UNDOIN'
ONCE THEY UNHAND ME
UNLEASH THE BEAST FROM THE EAST
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