Lyrics:
your rap please don't get exposed
Got your women crush Wednesday touching her toes
While you busy simping buying her a new wardrobe
She ain't never
Over and over again
Over and over again, oh oh
Wake up now and play it off
You can’t look like you’ve been hurt
And I know I think too much
I don’t see
light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay back, listen to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you want
Get out your
Looking back i was a pain in the ass
I should’ve just fucking sucked it up and went to class
I was just young boy from mass
But i hope you can forgive me
run from gun shots
If not uzobona is'fuba sishaya iskonteer woh
I don't get no stitching I got cocaine
Rhymes chopping up too free to your foreskin woh
be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them all?
In
the petrified both fled
Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call
and stress
Look a murderer in the face, comin' up where the wild and deranged get blessed
1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly sticken
utterance, like your name was Felicia
Only actions louder here are onomatopoeia
Your words don't reveberate
(Sudden inertia)
Your mass association could
the prisoner?
Psychedlic utterance, like your name was Felicia
Only actions louder here are onomatopoeia
Your words don't reveberate
(Sudden inertia)
Your mass
Always fighting for peace, but always ready for war
You ready for more
Just be on the look out for the ruckus
Imma bring up when I'm up in New York, New
streets
Get your weight up
And when my time comes, say a prayer, light a blunt
I'm thankful I accomplished everything that I want
I made my mother proud
You don't make up for your sins in church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit
I swallowed my pride and never seen it
these niggas I'm something you're never stopping
I lit these niggas up so Mass just put 'em in the coffin
I'm killing rappers and they base it off
votes
(or, in places where they don't get to vote, to control unwanted forms of
mass behavior).
Environmental laws were not passed to protect our air
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Everybody get ready to lift up your glasses and sing
Well, I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposing a toast
your name
Wanda? Do you wanna get up on me?
Do you wanna bend over? Do you feel horny?
Do you wanna feel the stroke?
It's kind of like Facebook when
You
togetha, it'll be alright
You gotta pick yaself up, it'll be alright
You gotta have a strong heart if you wanna win tha fight
It's like shit never fail get
look around
[Erick Sermon]
I rock house from old folks to childern
Squad comin through knockin down your building
Lyrical murderer, who you be?
We
to rock
So pass it to the left and passed and get left
And rappers getting gassed up and bent back
And call your ref
Cause less than a 16
I'm given lessons
this message
Here go your mama
Boy, you better have my car on full all this time
You done had my damn car, but look I ain't trippin'
Look
through New Orleans
Chicago blues kept me up all night
Got wrapped up in the bible belt
Miami girls do it right
Beaches and black mountains
Carolina - Damn
fear
Look at my blessings
I can not lose
There's only lessons
I am determined
I am legit
I will never give up
I will not quit
I do not fear
Look at my
pushes against the barriers set up by the jazz police to try to see what will be going on. Hidden inside the egg is the Norwegian Radio Orchestra, all its
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