Lyrics:
for the free studio time
What an EP'll do to your mind, you're hated by DJ's
All you get from QN5 is a free beat and an MP3 page
(red)You claim to bring
dey happen for streets
Just give me like three minutes, three minutes
Baba make I just give you small bars
Make you for feel my talent small, eh
Baba,
God, The Moon God, The Fire God Are All In His Refuge.
The Dust Produced By His Dancing Feet Colours The Sky.
The Huge Serpent-King Looks Like
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
I frown
I assure you it's brown
Should I dye it bright red like a clown
No one believes me when I say my hair is brown
Three gray hairs, three gray
wrong time
Wrong fuckin' part of town
Ya see we was deep
In the Hoover's hood
Three niggas bleedin'
That shit don't look good!
See over there red
the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black.
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap
Ok,
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
This record goes out to all you fake ass,
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour.
Put on a suit and tie
oh)
Colour red is how I paint the track
(Red)
Bright side, painted black
Night time ain't that bad
Night rhymes by the bags
Whilst we shift dribs
Ended up in a dangeon
I keep it a hunnid to myself self
So I keep on pushing
Jordan 3's getting torn apart
From sad roads that Im walking
My life
Italy
Wanna wear those Gucci shoes
Red and green
With a cigar in my mouth
Stress free
Wanna walk around yeah just like a king
Buy my mama's brand new
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
Fighters Colour of the Shape There Is Nothing Left to Lose
Who's Next by The Who
The Cat Empire Two Shoes
Circe Survive Blue Sky Noise
From Under the Cork
But aren't gone forever
Blood red what sweet September
Brain dead cigarettes in the winter
Been sniffing white lines cause she said that her head hurts
no trend i made my own way
I ain't fucking round i gotta pull my own weigh
I ain't born with silver spoon you were raised in gourmet
Rapper jaman
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
for da times I was chased round da road signs
Three times for da peace sign
Four times for the fo fo tucked by da do side
Five times, and I'm still live
in the shadow of the Pole,
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control?
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you
a blood-stained crown.
Utter chaos supreme.
The sand absords the colour of dawn.
Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore.]
The years went by under a blood-red
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