Lyrics:
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
One and two had a patsy the was factually plane
Seven out of envy must have wanted just the same
And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
and wet my face
A chainsaw buzzed when I died
I cried, seven minutes for you
Seven long drawn, sixty-second sobs
Is it really funny how time flies
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
like a mustard for a ham
She was crashed out in the bathroom
In the arms of my best friend
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
If you wanna make money then you've gotta think fast,
Phone claims direct cos there's a nail in yer arse,
Its very simple this is one step of two,
[Repeat x7]
I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain
Ah ah ah ah ah
I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind
I hit so hard even Michael Jackson
G A7sus4 A7
They wear it in their smile friendly faces Kentucky style
G
don't cry
I feel alright
A puff of smoke as I walk by
I breathe you in and I feel high
I see your face and I don't cry
Your second hand smoke gets in my
a bitch yeah I can tell by how he stand
Pistol in the party glock 2-7 make ya dance
I got money on my mind I barely kick it with my friends
Yo ho just said
a few more years
And the king of Egypt said, Indeed, I saw in a dream seven fat cows, whom seven lean
Ones were devouring, and of seven green ears
shining flashlights like where the weed at?
Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
The minutes and seconds
On analog clocks go
Second by second
Sixty seconds in one minute
Tick tock tick
Go till you finish
Second by second
Sixty seconds in one
they'll only know this face
On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface
Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit
Yeah, heh heh
Back in the South Park, six
on the shore
For the space of seven long years or more
She spied a ship come in to the bay
With her son from far away
"Oh, Captain dear, where have ye been.
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
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