Lyrics:
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Will crumble underneath my feet PELIOS
Verse: 3
Live from the Nawfside
Upper Echelon talent takeover vibe
I’m Not a Rapper I’m a mutated Demi God
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
mean, I feel you
I've got to keep on pushin'
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I
on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm
break down
Cause this liquor breaking me on down
From Long Beach, California
Mister Jairus JMo Mozee mozee
First Imma start with my nigga Al Mac
Good to go
Only Straight fire
Smoke three more
Out the door
We Get higher
Feeling vibes from my pocket
Evidence of something popping
Snatch my keys up
all hommie, tryna get the pain out, drink some liquor, still no better,
So much sorrow in our lives, and lots of anger I reside, pressure by
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
the Goldtoes
Kickin' down doors
In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O
Man, that's fa' sho
I'm from the 'Sco
Where they get they pimp on
And blowing the hydro
I
Lesson one my man, go on and do what you do
And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two
Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few
But I kill down
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
[Hook 2X]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
a bottle of water
Into a major American city in less than three days are trying to win a war
People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
real!
Just a loser stuck in a
Game with zero appeal!
Writing tip of the day:
That verse couldn't be saved
Even if you had it written
By a dozen of your
Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips
Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse
Low Life with the loud raps, boy
You can't win, huh, I don't bend
Look what you got yourself in
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
[Bun B]
Let's get it started like transmission and alternators
Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest
Takin 'em down from
families tennis courts and they have a yacht, what?
No wonder my brasse kicked down doors
Just look at the place they were born, yoh!
I’m from the city
the snitch know to get it on
24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
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