Lyrics:
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
a radio MC
You must not listen to songs
I'm so sorry, you're nobody
Just a guy Kano's bringing along
Say hello to Kano's hypeman (Ghetto)
In fact, you sound
selling Cain
Back in hell for the revolution
Me and my people 'bout to start a riot
When in public don't yell my music
Man this the type of shit to get you
to the music!)
Down low with a hole in your soul?
You better turn the radio up (live to the music!)
This song will bring calm in the middle of storms,
You better
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
in it before internet had new acts
Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack
My innocence limited the experience lacked
Ten of us with no tentative
Yo it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (Kill 'em
Yo it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (Kill 'em
As of late, there's a dam at the end of my pen
The thought of writing so compelling spun the gears in my head
My aspiration that the public always
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
was
The summer of 2010
I also met Nathan
And MCT in college
They taught me
How to edit writing
How to make
A logical argument
MCT's kind of a dick
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
fasting
No disrespect to Islam or Imam pastor
No answers to questions the media is asking
Why we fight each other in public in front of these
arrogant
and rhymes
Cold crack ya if the rhyme
That ya crime is mine
You're impressed day by day by
The rhyme I say see I write a rap in April
Then you bite it in May
that pay them money
in their rap beats they lie
They edit their voice and they sit down and try
They saw the words that they wanted to buy
They saw
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em
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