Lyrics:
the ground like farming season
They get seeded, no longer needed
Real what we did, never cheated
Humble as a mumble, no beef like vegans
Yellow Topsheet, Pt. 2
My mind is blown harder than a stew hotter
These flows they go, aint no, space tho, break so
Hard
He rips harder than a brake line
Spent time, bent
rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister,
kill myself
It doesn’t matter where the wind blows
I don’t care about you two
I wanna kill myself
I wanna kill myself
If you’re by my side
You’ll never
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table
Sampled em all one by one I was able
They all taste good, defeated to smoke
Next the two footer, I wanted
adrift
washed ashore their bodies
consumed by nothingness
One by one and two by two
They follow
One by one and two by two
They swallow
One by one and two
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
a temporary thrill or two
Don't be fooled by the glitter and the gold
Life's greatest treasures can't be bought or sold
influenced by what you are doin'
I thought I was doin' the most then someone said to me
Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots?
I'ma show you
bag
Hold the mic and it's the only time you make a girl gag
Cutting you off like twos on a fag
Now there's no need to brag
About that dirty little
Interference will serve your shells and I ain't talkin' about pasta
So just keep in mind you need to watch what you say
Cause we bangin' like two punches in
things may happen but baby not with you
I wanna smash and make a mess like in Torpedo Fish pt.2
You know, in that part, when that motherfucker's ripped
Umm Pt.2
Performer：Anna hisbbuR
Composer ：Anna hisbbuR
Lyricist ：Anna hisbbuR
Arranger ：Anna hisbbuR
Producer ：Anna hisbbuR
Hold up babe
Feel
Don't talk to me right now
I'm trying to figure this out
The last thing I heard from you after the fallout
I thought fine by me
I guess I'll see you
the whole world after me
catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
Mafiosa, murder one mind
black toaster, low composure
twin Glocks in 2 holsters
we mobb
nor know
Earth looking sinful
Dey nor know
It could be simple
Dey nor know
We could all win too
Dey nor know
Make change I aim to
Dey nor know
my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
D.E.E.P. you want to go
Ladies and gentlemen, Colonel PT Chester Whitmore is proud to present
Bung Vulchungo and the Zimbabwe Songbirds
Do you see banana man
Hopping
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
miss you, simple man, waiting for me, ordinary
2X
Look in my eyes and say you're done with me
Look in my mind and explain you're gonna leave
Look in my
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
found flat, face down around the map
Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine
Start off with innovation
Think after meditation
Instant gratification
Mind's a racing
Time's a wasting
As the door slides adjacent I step
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