Lyrics:
with the
Poet Federico García Lorca i could say
That when I was a
Young man, an adolescent, and I
Hungered for a voice, i studied the English
Poets and I
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You
data
Sh- that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
You're a disgrace to this rap business
Just a one man office, you need assistance
Gun tucked, walk in the club, set off sensors
I am a senseless thug, with
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
could leave a nigga sans fam
7 Sins while I'm in the mix with 7even
Brethren breathing a pack towriting the next eleven
Yo cardinals sown, brittle bones,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
& This is like Kanye West through the wire
I Mix this shit up like it's jambalaya
I splash everyday I need new atire
My weed get dropped off by an Uber
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By
philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
'll be having fun
Like a modern day pirate captain
Wanna get back here again
Problems melt and I'm carefree
I'm so happy and buzzed nicely
No laptop
them with the power play
They better drop down when me weapon calibrate, yeah!
Oh, you wanna play? Cool, I wanna play
I can come through and break
Five and six she talk with me and think we click
Seven and eight just need my homies and we straight
I make a track and release on the 5th
By the 7
get hit up
We gone come and get you
Modern day killa
Hanging with apes, yea i be with gorillas
That nigga mad cause his hoe, i just hit her
I do not
you're a flop I be bringing the pain
Live for the rap got me going insane
Missing your shot I'm a hit with the fade
Your playing cod bah this isn't a game
little circles in the dirt
As a rabbit with one leg
Sincere manipulation
We sat together in the woods
And composed our commentaries
Nobody quotes us by
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