Lyrics:
winning
Feeling like beyblades how my waves steady spinning
Young nigga moving protecting his soul
Walking by faith living by the bolt
Got to keep working
fucking pop bottles
All she wanna do is suck it and just swallow
Keep telling lies nigga shoot it straight
V-Live like every day is our birthday
Son and you
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
on a shifting logic of the dream
While reality keeps crumbling in here
Any explanation does not need to be
After all it's antithetical to the poetry of fear
As if
the Coogi gettin’ loot, it got me feelin’ like I’m big pop
ring me up
lemme upstairs i’ll be there in a minute
don’t mind me i’m handlin’ business as usual
the Coogi gettin’ loot, it got me feelin’ like I’m big pop
ring me up
lemme upstairs i’ll be there in a minute
don’t mind me i’m handlin’ business as usual
do it right away
Ain't nothing to it but to do it
Niggas gotta keep it moving
If I said it ima the prove it
That's the only way
The only way
Aye
Life
collapses
World is turnin' on it's axis
And there's riots in the streets
And it's burnin' into blackness
National insecurity, irrational fury
It's all
Well, I was born in a town called Audubon
Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been
Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons,
And a feed mill in
of pandering
Political stunts to keep us thinking some white saviors gonna bring
Some sort of equality
But I don't see it happening
My people are seen as low
to rock with all they got.
They keep it up all night.
It just ain't right.
They O.K. by me, I'm not.
He and she, they all right.
Once they
see it
I'm the director of this life movie
To you by broadcast
You gone see on national T.V
Not no mainstream
That's where the game gets played out
Some
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
drugs and liquor or the harm it causes
Life or death? I tried to lynch myself
Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself
But really,
so how I’m drawing attention rather see me with nothin and with the tools of destruction
Ima product of Goldie I got a status to keep it was morals
on a track called Don't Be A Fool, Billy)
We drank a double at the upstairs bar
(On Fierce Panda Records)
Then headed downstairs coz it's better by far
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
got it made
You're moved to precision
We're all sold out of human rights
It's made your decision
Keep belief in avoiding wars
Keep faith in Santa
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
plenty already
Vision gettin blurry by the second
Two hands
Wrists tied
Cuff her to the bedding
Split open them legs and get to check in (Spread it)
Nasty
Some say the game's rigged
Cause The Man didn't give us manuals to
The game to make it big
A corner boy tryna claim a smidge
To keep all the right
You have seen all my scars Im supposed to
Be myself but it's a game that I lose too
Moon, I rather be with you than alone so
I'll keep myself into this
Man I murder beats for a living
I murder the competition celebrate it
Dancin' like Serena at the olympics
Y'all put me on national TV
Thinkin' I
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