Lyrics:
time is what life is made up of.”
5. “Preparation for tomorrow is hard work today.”
6. “I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I
as much as you motherfuckin' want but)
The art of not fightin' back was brought to us by Christianity
That was given to us by our oppressor
So you
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
Because I'm not the show off type
I'd rather take my time
Writin' rhymes and blowin' up mics
Kill, just max, make loot pay tax
On the ladies blow kisses,
of the hour, tower of power
I'll devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand
That I'm not your average man
When I gotta jammy in my hand
Damn!
Oh!
Listen
of power
I'll devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand
That I'm not your average man
When I gotta jammy in my hand
Damn!
Oh!
Listen
but we done increased the workload
Pandemic had to put my side pieces on furlough
Keep me 1 in the chamber, yo life is in danger
I’m not that nigga
i'll go through that door
Even though I gotta hammer the entry
I don't take no for an answer
Those who do will not get far
I'm already a star
and a stu but he stuck ina job
He barely get by, he always get high, he sayin' he not, he know it's a lie
But fuck it he live in denial with pride that
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
of you mam
Forever I’m making songs cry
I promise I’d give up the life that I live
Just to see you alive
Uouuu
10,000 hours in
And they know
people in the street
High low
People in the street high
Low high
Low i was living in a wasteland
Dominated by these maniacs
These complete creeps
I was
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
down but I'm right here fighting
But still I fight on
Man's been riding, something like a ride-on
I'm not any side dish you could ride on
Think
Maniac
MANIAC
Maniac
Can't take no more loses man fuck that
That shit on the floor like the rugrats
Pick it up, I ain't giving a buck back
Cuzzo say
of us get asked which one of us is swag
Im not done until I face you
I promise im a mediocre man
One thousand rupees in balance im a mediocre guy
I
know that this lifestyle, man, I love this shit
I'm gettin' money, not above this shit
I still trap, make money with my brother, bitch, no other shit
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
twice
Girl by my side that's a ride or die
My oh my man i'm feeling fly
Them man are sulking no need to cry
They're still hating and I think I know why
I
her mind is so steady
So here we go
I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened
her mind is so steady
So here we go
I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic
I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic
I've listened
person poster, your past
Orchestrated by the mind of a
Maniac hack and slash
Half the raps in my repertoire body
Parts in my dresser drawer
Man just can't
bitch 'til it ain't nothing
I shoot out, blank, still ain't cuffin'
I'm proud of my money
Kill 'em, not leaving a trace, yeah
Kill 'em, not leaving
Discuss these im not the man by 10000 maniacs Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In