Lyrics:
Pain a blessing in disguise
Pain is art from the heart
You can see it in my eyes
I hate that y'all ain't by my side
Shits hard n I fell apart
This
Combined, we feelin' Christlike, this what my lifelike
I fight like I'm Mike Ty, versus Mike Myers
I take the mic right back like I will light fires
But
With Polo and while he's slicing
I'll turn the mike's last name into Tyson
My brain is like a factory constantly creating
Material stitch by stitch for
Back again to this old, damned city
But everything has changed
Dave’s on rehab, Mike’s in detox,
And Jimmy’s in the jail
Screwed up lifes
high speed
You can call a nigga 5G
[chorus]
Now I'm finna rise
Way up to the sky
Nigga slam Dunkin' like mike
Get the bag get mad likes
Had to get up
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
down with your idea of the infinite
And I will drown
You said you're attracted to the darkness
Well baby, that's okay by me
I'll just be another shade
I'll ever have another chance
Wonder if I'll have another dance
A change in my circumstance
To romance from wishful thinking
It was a day like this when
Waitress please hit me with another
And yes I'll take piece of that there pie
And if you could just walk me through the specials
Then I'll have me
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Got lyrics in my head
Can back it up with flow
Alliteration's how I said it
Embedded by more dope
My thoughts have meaning
But lack cause
Need
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
"Running down the road trying to roosen my road."
That's what Mike heard in Japan.
Cause there's no "L" in the language.
He's been unamazed by
Kitchen like Gordon
I don't know them man
They've all got agendas
Fakes and pretenders, beat off the entrance
Remand me, i don't mind but I
Won't do another
He had a thousand ideas
You might have heard his name
He lived alone with his vision
Not looking for fortune or fame
Never said too much to speak
another they
Didn't have a clue
So the idea became not only to use ideas
That were familiar to people
In the community, but to use the language
That
lame
Still sippin' up on that kool-aid like
Ah
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my
Sitting in a coffee field
With no idea of what this all could be
Sitting in a coffee field
With no idea of what we all could mean
I've been gone
legislation
Led to demographic in isolation
Another participation in decapitation
Ten-four die, river deep, mountain high
Is a wall stuck between dyin'
on physical plane.
It's the plane of standing on the corner watching all the girls go by.
It's that reality.
Now, let's just say you're looking at another
through what was once mine
And I know we were supposed done already
But we agreed to be a little civil
I couldn't handle another man
Existence stopped
to the idea
Of a dream
YEcH
You're spoiled rotten
YEcH YEcH YOU
You're spoiled rotten
Play by the rules!
Keep your mouth shut!
“These entitled brats are
to run away
Is there another way
Or will my sun set in the Gray
I'm moving case by case
I got no idea what to stop or what to chase
Is there a better way
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