Lyrics:
the beatbox and the R-A-P
That's why I'm the Inhuman Orchestra, Biz Markie
I'm here just doin my J-O-B
So I can reach the T-O-P
As soon as I get
Gyal make me give you need
Make me put it pon you make you feel weak in your knees
Tell me how you feel
Berry cocky in a yah ole 6 feet
By round 3 we
million, now skeletons in the earth
So spark something up, y'all
Elevate them lights
By celebrating death, we're celebrating life
You think man's a warrior?
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
They just talk what the fuck did they do if
You see em knock em out his shoes
Catch Lil dee that ah headshot he ah
Baby bullets make his bed rock
Talk
in the gas so it might be a lil' generous
I c's like a class, nigga, read the syllabus
You and a bitch, tell me what the difference is
I mix the Viv'
to kick you on your God damned chin
I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of Heinekein
La
Mister Wise
[Lauryn Hill]
OK, ha
My
mayback
Posted by the school in a brand new jetpack
You know my music as hard as it gets when the bullies and robin hoods go back to Listen
I just bought
Doing my thing in this ring
Knockin' niggas down with what I bring
Crazy chaos your way off
So swing ya partners are around
Do the hump to my
up my phone when you ready to drive
I got the ceiling fan and it's spinning on high
I'll still be in bed even when you arrive
It's like.. always down
a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of Winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get fucked!
Take me by the wrist. Feel my pulse
sleep at night.
Put my emotions in my songs so I so I.
She’s attractive yeah.
Pretty face body stupid.
She got the magic yeah.
I was shot by Cupid.
I got
I fucked the lighter up
Ay, INK22
There she goes, back again, round my head
There he goes, back again, tryna get in my bed
There she goes, back
size bed
You said it was in my head
Say I'm fine but feeling dead
Seeing no color but red
How could I have been so dumb
From my past I am so numb
Don't
motherfuckers murder here in plain sight
Everyday broad daylight, they ain't right
Shit's loco out in zone 4
Since the '80s it's been that way though
My nigga
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
been trying so damn hard
And I'm still so far
In this game of cards
I heard you're out there
Trynna play your part
I'm go'n make my mark
Aiming for
and on again, yeah, yeah
Love you so much, it really fuckin' sucks, ooh, ooh
Love you so much, lemon in the cut, ooh, ooh
You're my kryptonite and I mix it
on
I just had to get off of the phone
And spend some time alone in my head
Stepped out of my zone
Clear somebody really want me gone
So they put a price
me
At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
And I was raised not to care what people say about me
Uh, yeah
That's
about it
You would think I was Logic, I gotta
Get it cracking on my mommas
So trill flow coke spit snow hills
Like I rap soda or Rapsody
In the basement
Tweakin off henny mix it with the blunts
My bitch bad let her do what she want
(What)
Back to back rounds got me sleepy
Like no hallow I slap from
pullin' them triggers, y'all niggas get hurt
Probably in the hills, my niggas be turnt
It's so so sad, that shit slow burn
Big shots from the stick left
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