Lyrics:
whiskey in the closet like the pastor it's pops
I just sit down, write words, and there be the bop
Apparently it's poppin, it's apparent you not
Yo my dude,
Killa Bees
Pay a quarter mill for the emcees at night, aight?
I kick it like a Nike flight
25 years later, who thought that we could be greater?
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
wanna see you doing bad
I guess it’s just like an organic aisle with processed foods
When surrounded by lies it’s hard to be so true
But no matter what
the odds?
Raised by men that kept guns but couldn't keep a job
Head down up, down up, that's right keep the nod
Keep the bounce, keep the bop
Keep
Chopstick came with a dropkick
Chopstick came with a dropkick
I feel like Daniel LuDusso yea
Let it hang outta my two door
Try me its gon be yo funeral bitch
on the jet, I got two hoes givin' me neck
Her ass better bop to the left
They Uber outside, time to step
Bitch, now your ass gotta step
And block so the phone
the place to be
I man Zebulon with the man over here
(Mac Maestro)
Yeah the main man fan ah Rotterdam
I come on with the one and only MACK Maestro
(QF Da
Hollow man bop, gliding
Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling
Could be the high or just mind control dying
Fuck it throw me on the problem pile
Uncultured swine
Old man obnoxious
Bop to the shop in my Jedi Robe and boxers
(You know it!)
Gotta new type of cross fit
Hot stepping chased by everybody I'm
Oh my god, I love this beat
A'ight
Bop
Stupid
How you know gang, and we don't know you. Poppin' all the hot shit out your car just like you Rick Rude
bitch got a wide body
Hoppin' off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket
Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me
Jail cells, I
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
else's child dies and equities in defence rise
America, America, please hear us when we call
You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle
You got Atticus
I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific
bitch is a masterpiece
I ain't even gotta be funny
When I'm telling no jokes she still gon' laugh at me
She still suck my dick when she mad at me
Let
Looking right through the hourglass
Turning the sun into sand
Will I slip right through?
There's no one passing by
Chasing the salty dawn
The city is in
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
the power
Killing haters off by the hour
Hop off the jet to the towers
Both top floors are ours
How could you?
Not love, love, love what you into
I'm in
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing
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We dash on the 101
Talking that shit
You out in a 1 on 1
I just be true
I'm talking my heaven shit
Bitch who is you
I'm out on my
on a wave like jet ski
Your ting has big bunda lemme test it
Cos I be getting high, Zoot right by my side
Tryna hit the belly twice, My baby way too nice
She
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