Lyrics:
Boys ??? ???Paul Revere???
- ???Now here???s a little story I got to tell/About three bad brothers you know so well/It started way back in history/With
made a few bucks now you feel buck
Your chains gold, my shades all black
I can do this with a blindfold
This ain't rap this is find a mine in your
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
the back door"
She aint got no back door
What she talkin smack fo'
Male bashin with Mary J
Like queen latifa she must be gay
In my radio you get no
pam
Now, dance for the people you thought was deaf and dumb
Here we go
Chambers
(No questions asked)
Chambers
(A choir with one voice)
Chambers
to listen
Remember and sing my own rendition.
Will you stand by?
The test of time
When I'm alive
Or when I die?
Will you blast my tracks
Or act like I wasnt
they treat my name like it's a part
Should know by now but fuck it
Back then kinda broke my heart
I learned to let it go, no time for ignorance
Way far
fly for life
I've been workin' that myself
Man I wrote this rap myself
Killin' tracks all by myself
Brought it back all by myself
Drink till last call
her fingernails, sings singer tales in a literal way
She a good singer by the way though she been tripping all the way
I can see her from afar gazing,
'cause I'm right here with ya
Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya
Yo, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
The lovers, the leavers,
city to HKG to YEG
Back to Van city, music packets with me
Bring back, smack that work that, bring back, Hail Mary
Imma be rap's MVP ain't going nowhere
ship em by the boatload (damn)
I’m with my dogs and I’m smoking a pound
We got the drip and we’ll make your bitch drown
If you you fucking with this shit
cock back, and blow
(Boy, I'm livin' like Larry)
Scorin' touchdowns like Barry
Mama first son like Mary
All the opps they scary, never
Wanna come
a peasant, I'm a king, lil nigga
Ridin' shit you've never seen, lil nigga
Mary Choppa, let it ring, my nigga
Miley Cyrus, let it sing, my nigga
They gon' catch
gone have a burner
Yea we gone catch them by surprise when we pop out with them sticks
Call it bloody mary murder when I side through the 6
They know my
I'm super lame
A super hero
Who fell in love with
A super model
I'm dangerous to know
And you'll be threatened by my foes
But I promise that I'll never
folks wonder
Why I'm so focused
Turned myself to a star
With very little coaching
Walked through some doors
That was never opened
Boy I went and got it
I
don't believe rap is an art
Wake up, shake up, hypocrite look alive
Blastmaster KRS-One will revive
Four or five million still deprived
When out
Hallelujah when I do ya
[Verse One]
Shit, I ain't never seen an angel, virgin bitches with halos
But my secular metaphysical theology is fatal
Billy Joe went to Saigon
For Uncle Sam
Now I go to see him,
He don't know who I am
Once a year I get a card
From Mary Beth
She's with husband
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
a few bucks now you feel buck
Your chains gold, my shades all black
I can do this with a blindfold
This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow
The faithful now rejoice
May we as true apostles
Your holy church defend
And by your parting promise
Be with us to the end
For Barnabas we praise you
Appointed
The faithful now rejoice
May we as true apostles
Your holy church defend
And by your parting promise
Be with us to the end
For Barnabas we praise you
Appointed
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