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to Belize, then to Tokyo
Houston and Harlem, Paris
Mediterranean Sea, I gotta beam out to Greece
I multiply by the, I triplify by degrees
I'd buy that house
Aye yo
Turn my headphones up
Alittle more, alittle more
I’ve got the eye of the tiger
There’s no way that I can’t win
Just as long as I keep trying
Rap
Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps
I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the cool aid pack
And now I got a brotha by the name of Warren
still got problems I'm working at yeah yeah
I just pray that he make it last
Never happened overnight for me
All facts they telling lies on me
Hearts
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
One by one I lost them, out on the dry leaf floor.
We learnt to push those flathead cars as hard as they could go.
Just like old Whiskey Bob, down
out the ballpark
Cleaned me up like Clorox and put me in the game
Parked my car got on the team bus
Now I'm one in the same
Staked my claim
Stated my
myself
Found the truth bout the Messiah
Now I got spiritual help
Kept that black flag by my side I wore it like a belt
I know Yashaya died for me, so I
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
Shirk
Boom plop
Neptune now his arms extends
while one millions of souls
sit lit in caves of darkness
What ols bark? The dog
mountain? Down by the Sea
Freddie's gone west Bob got his one love
Tolstoy said, man you gotta get paid
A brother of the blues used the bottle as a sleep aid
George got the dead
see each other by color my homie we all equal
So go ahead momma give me that shot of that henny and sprite
I'm feeling good, i'm feeling alright
Got
Antetekounpo
Yea the king of the rhymes back in the booth homies
Tires and the weight class sumo, what it do hoe
Cuz I got the...
(By the way, I swear these
of y’all thinking I’m playing
Scribbling syllables off of the brain
Dribble the rhythm to cover the pain
But what I really can’t refrain
To say that I
"fed" feeling
Who took you to the stu? This nigga got that ass rhythm
Man to man (huh)
Let me get in my zone (huh)
And he say he got motion, not if I take
I got no time for games, I'm trying to get to stage
And radio play in this business
But I'm having all these shit for brains, falling off in my way
walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort "don?t stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
feel like I'm doing time, imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime,
In my mind, I must overcome the need to define, the solitary silence
and your friends, you play the licky licky
I figured it out when I caught that hickey
Between yo' legs with yo' chocolate slippy
Now Bob busy, gotta taught
And bob it and weave it, I just can't believe it
You caught me by surprise baby
That big ol' ass on top of them thighs baby
I just want to know if you
refined
Every man want a taste 'cause your grapes are fine
Well me love your sexy rhythm and the way it rhyme
Booty by-by, oh my-my, I love you
refined
Every man want a taste 'cause your grapes are fine
Well me love your sexy rhythm and the way it rhyme
Booty by-by, oh my-my, I love you
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