Lyrics:
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
on the side[03:06.73]To make sure of who I am[03:08.38]Who am I?[03:09.34]Well if you gotta know[03:12.88]I always do—never try[03:14.09]I don't just move
diversities of gifts but the same Spirit”?
1 Cor. 12: 4
The cpostle is pointing out that although the gifts are so different one from the other, their origin,
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
that my heart is confusin' (uh-uh)
I'll really go do what I'm rappin' if I stop doin' this music (uh-uh)
Like what? (Uh)
Talk out your mouth, get
donkey, he cat to your cell
Pull the stick out the bag just
Like Cat in the Hat
You know I keep Rod with the K in the back
Tryna fuck in the bar
But she
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
Aint put puttin my hands up for nobody
My nigga im gripping the heat
I Rather be judged by 12
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Rather be
Pull out the strap, lets see who gone act up
Swerve on lil shawty, she think she a bad one
Niggas be 12, they calling for backup
The plug trying
on none but I been doing hits
Get to jumping the fences
Hop in the wheels
Gotta make it to the bricks
We deep asf in here who want it
Still put shit up by
of emotions
I drain em out
So much energy
I couldn't short it out
Even with the breaks
I'm still gassed up
Riding with a v12 all down bogues
So I
camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door, waitin' in line still
Tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshals know
camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door, waitin' in line still
Tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshals know
at
The end of the day he
Signed Kanye West 12 years
Ago what does that mean now? What does that
Mean to music? You know
People say things about creativity
The first time I kissed your lips, baby
The first time I held you in my arms, hold you, baby
I felt like I could make music, music to dance by
I
me chulo
Step in Lakenzie from Euro
Know I hold weight like a motherfucking sumo
Know my boys gonna spazz out
All in we gon' cash out
Super hot make
only confess
And it's hard to relate when you feeling possessed
This music I make what I feel in my chest
They never gone see what you see out your lens
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From
New York
straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
music, motherfuckers bust at police
Can't be black and get peace, that brutality increase
These wack fools don't cease putting that wack shit out
That
to Murder Sum
Murder Sum Murder Sum
Fell off in the club with a mug I got my 38
Feds say a nigga music boosting up the murder rate
Ain’t really doing too much
don't trust him, I know he a snake
Peep by the cobra, the kind with no veins (yeah)
Gotta cool, kept talkin' 'bout marriage
But fuck that, ain't call
magicians also did the same things by their secret arts: 12 Each one threw down his staff and it became a snake. But caron's staff swallowed up their staffs.
2.
a ride
I said look out boys I've got a license to fly
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by
Now all of a sudden a rod started knockin'
Down in
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
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