Lyrics:
"The last man to walk that thing out of here
Just up and disappeared
Found his wallet and his wingtip shoes
Near a tombstone down in Algiers
What
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
a little prayer til you motion the christ
And watch Him send an angel that a show up by ya side
We not alone, we not alone we not alone
We not alone, we
"Catches bullets with his teeth? Nigga
Please" "The secret await's eyes
Unclouded by ambition" "What?"
"Those who are bound by desire
See only that
sleep you'll get got
Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip hop
It's the little big man y'all little niggas just relax
I'm coming like
fret little man, don't cry
They can never take the energy inside you were born with
Knowing that, understand you could never be poor
You already won
I was the one, you little niggas are going by months, and y'all all are my sons
Y'all burning out soon, a shame
I want the check, leave the fame
I
a nigga don't play by the rules
Rollin with two baddies so you know niggas is bound to choose
We might got the same kicks but you can't walk in my shoes
I
a n**** don't play by the rules
Rollin with two baddies so you know n****s is bound to choose
We might got the same kicks but you can't walk in my shoes
I
my thoughts are too advanced for all you suckaz
So kick the bucket, you aint ready to bring the ruckus
Step up to the plate and I'm swingin' like Kirby
The situation's gettin ugly
Got ya partners mean-muggin me
Girl you're buggin me
Gettin on my last nerve
And then you wonder why you gotta kick it to the curb
equivalent of having a wet dream
I'm the dirty little secret from your parents you've been keeping away
When I die dig me out of my grave
In a rigor mortis
with my knuckles in it
Freaky little somethin, here I come for the late visit
(Wait a minute, man, you know I can't flex)
Unless I'm throwin on somethin
to give me sloppy toppy
That's your nickname, girl, 'cause your tongue game off the chain (yeah)
And by the way she used to swallow it
Before you last
guineas and Cambos
Niggas and dirty Irish who
Think that they SAMCRO
And oh, my fan know the stream
Fuck the man yo
Now book 'em, Danno, you ain't Rambo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
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