Lyrics:
a knife
I'm sworn by oath to the hip-hop life
Less live drums, less guitar strumming
Hip-hop is the life of the up and coming
Not by force, by want
you now how a nigga came
An' by the time I'm at the door you know a nigga name
Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank it
Wish an' rest I got some guess
"Life.. it's all about sex money and murder.
To all those motherfuckers out there who can't deal with it;
You just a punk ass bitch!"
[MC Pooh]
commercial best-buy product
Like a piece of material in the supermart
Now who said the sell-out can't be real
You're justifying the book by the cover
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford
No diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly
probably Wiz within my past life
Used to being up don't got insomnia I can last nights
Saying "yes" today so agents know I understand why
What and where
scarred by media, SO FUCK THE MEDIA
Most MC's are terrible, unbearable
Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral
Ahh no need to... act like he's
cautious real spitters so
You might get exposed
Copycats spitting all these facts
Without your life attached not understanding
Where your life is at
You got
as in plenty, geez
Don't you get it, b
Get it? my energies will never allow my enemies
Or Eminem or any men or even ten MC's to get with me
And it'll be
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radio
Live as stereo so once again here we go
To all my real cats who love to hear the real rappin
I still
a kind of noose
It made me kind of lonely
I felt like a void had opened could only be filled by my Sony's
Until my index flex
My tesselation connect
dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin' analog niggaz
Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit
You get
your four door stereo
Love and Life balance, Golden Ratio
Power of mind purge hate by force
Top of the Giza we'll play of course
We paint our heart
See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
that ugh, Walking a thin line
From thinking like Einstein
And rhyming like Rakim in ’89
Don’t wanna pack a nine just
A mind full of wisdom
Like a man 99
you can't make it
'Til you make it like a Chinaman
Burning desire, I lost my sex drive
Wire I reside, waking up don't feel alive
Line revive
Play the baseline to the loudest
Say me and my goons we the baddest
Hammer over heels
Praises to the her highness
Play me on the stereo
Stereo
Catch
the world hypnotized
By a dollar sign
Pound of kush and a pizza on
The way from papa johns
They follow my every move
Trying to trace me like a dotted line
But
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