Lyrics:
There's nobody else on my level I'm all by myself and I call it a silent hill
As evil as us deep inside of my mind and I'm ready to cock back and then
overnight. We all have to be introduced to each other. I'm telling you, I know that I'm up here and you see, Lauryn Hill, you came to see Lauryn Hill. But this
a key, like you broke your shit off in the door
I'm a monster of God, I should be mount on a cross
God's favorite, when I die you'll see cracks in
when a nigga tell you that I'm taking drugs (The dru- ugs)
How you gonna try and tell me stop it but you never gave a fuck?
And there's hella other
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Of a dozen roses flippin' down the green hill
You living in a world that come with plan B
'Cause plan A never relay a guarantee
And plan C never could say
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
Iv
She twisted her hands
study
Drippin like Solomon grundy
Get killed by the joker like Murray
Get a pill
Head it for the hills
Wanna get rich coz I read up on the deals
Man I
to spin, like a dvd
I love white bitches, like they love Starbucks
Should I whip my penis out and leave em star stuck?
She said, "tune, baby boy, I love yo'
of Rabbit Hill" by Murray Emerland
It's actually not an excerpt, it's the whole thing
Let me just find it here
It should be in here somewhere
Ah, here it is
like I'm one of the livest
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers
And I plan to graduate with honors
But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
A watch
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
on the hill
Maybe he will help us
Maybe we'll get by
But who's gonna pay the dyin' bills
If we all should die
We'll leave it to the man
In the sky
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
to share
I'll beg for more land from the man on the hill yes I will I'll ask the man on the hill
I ain't got no Sunday shoes that I can wear to town
didn't go to boarding school
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they?
I ain't nobody, got nuffin' in my pocket
Beverly Hills, that's where I want
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
been a while
Grown a little more since we did all 'em things
Back in days when I was sinning unforgiven by the Lord
Baby please do not be tempting me
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
by smoking weed in a beat up sedan
Still talk to God about that shit that only He understands
How I be dreaming of the stars but keep my feet in
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
baby
Every time I try to describe what I feel
So if you're up there, baby
You know I will run a mile up a hill
Just to be by your side
I'll be so tired,
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