Lyrics:
swindla
I brought you stigmas when your hides bust in line a temper
This is a warning to you men
We're joining these tournaments of journalists and live
Yeah, yeah, yeah
By the way, I was smarter, rappin' a little harder
Most of y'all niggas on the Genius
computer, chippin' my shoulder
Before I was
a rhyme
In time
The way my very life is defined
Crossing over cultural and economical lines
The ability to break barriers
Break bread
Break ground
Break it
Insteada' wherever the crew go like Traylee.
They see distinguished
I see a nigga erasin' that fine line between crazy an' genius.
Got the jewels out, see 'em
don't forget to watch
The free show
Now you don't need no ticket no no
Don't have to wait in a line
So many beautiful things in life well they
Don't
To be all we could be
So IAME's no VIP ain't no PIMP
IAME's the real life MC
That they would like to be (but yo)
Not even an eclipse can steal
This light
men said we weren't worth the fuss
You could catch 'em all bitching by the bar
Above the fine line between the rich and the poor
Then Mike turned
twice like a
Woman who give twins life
I steered right through your
Fan base every time
Tapping your demographic like I
Was Gregory Hines
Every line be
mine
Keep that chrome
Case my life on the line, nigga
[EIHT]
I live the life for the black man never pretend
One day life starts - one day life ends
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
Finding your life dominated by voices and forces
The shapes the shoes of horses
Little ticklish melodies
When the good ideas are felonies
That's called
Flyboy, win game Feltham
Bike life, switch lane 12ing
Summer, Brick Lane gyaldem
Me having a mixed race kelvin
Bludclut barologist
Tell a MC come spar,
This is an MC, tryna put facts thru these bars
For the system, that overlooks the bruises n scars
Me, I go hard on my life, so u can say I come thru
stoppin' by your record company
I'ma flatten MC's with platinum CDs
You see these two fists? They each got MT
Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire
knees
I been a G, livin' life the way I please
Came from the middle of the East like I'm Lebanese
Bottom line, leave MCs lobotomized a thousand times
which life
I wanna take so I keep it slow
Driven by the g's I know
Given them a seat my throne
The evenings cold
Deep in the smoke
Spitting freestyles
tired of cats tryin' to sum me
You can't add that far yet,
That counting is far fetched
I treat MC like canines
Throwin' words at they face
Spiritual I got em singing 'By and By'
Cause of death
All my lines were laced with that cyanide
Mistook me for the quiet type
Step into the booth now it's
I stay focused, life’s all about balance
Success breeds ‘cause God gave me this talent
I never rode the bench
I always been a starter
And overtime
Intro:
Everyone suffers throughout there life
I’m just here to tell you my story
V1
When I wake up and see all the fake stuff on the screen it
Hank's and new MC Breed's
Remember?
And the Sean P's who speak that raw
J Dilla got all beat makеrs still in awe
I'm not a pimp but Pimp C forever UGK
Rеst
the kiddy with the word play fetish
Alliteration of the lines I
Lushed like lettuce i live my life with love
And light illuminate like lightning
gohan
by himself
without dad
tryna fight cell
is it bm or ysl
is it bm or rockafella
i can spin him of the beat wid my accapella
sip a cold copella wid
seen the signs
From the pyramids of Egypt to the Nazca Lines
Anal probe, I'm missing days
Got abducted by aliens when I was having a blaze
I'm
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