Lyrics:
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
kilometers
Connect a population of Earth to one another for real
Music, deliver from within and it covers up everything
Music, when the melody and rhythm
to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real
Sittin in my ride, I ain't feelin' the airwaves
I hear real rap on a rare day
Hip Hop died and came back zombified, I dare say
All things considered
stopwatch
Shey na step by step, omo nothing spoil
Only shortcut I had was on my laptop
No p, I was made for this
Real life no be make believe
State of mind
found what I lost
Fear doesn 't live in my heart or my mind I 've escaped to a place where the stars are aligned
(Together forever)
We hunt for a new
year new me ain’t holdin grudges anymore
Dust off the fake ones room for the real ones
Already fell off now we trynna build up
It’s a new year just
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
While the rhythm of death will dig in to plow
So all wills will be satisfied, and the age will born new like dust
Her body's cold without the blood
patten vaccinations on the hatin' fix that
Quarantine it got us isolated, new fad
COVID keepin us back, forgettin' how to treat man
I just wanna get back
this is the new age (uh, uh-huh)
A rhythmical concoctions by lyrical murderer Rage
Got a vertical hold on verbal abusin' ways
Cervical tubes get
trap through the vicinity
We bad news, we villains, we crash through the assembly
And crack moves just so we flash jewels in the centerpiece
Snatch your
mention me
I'm getting paid off the trades I be entering
Free all my niggas caught breaking and entering
Line yo ass up like we made an assembly
Don't need
against me
Hell nah I ain't friendly
Please don't make me line you niggas up like assembly
I can get you niggas gone in a jiffy
I been eating everyday a new
just a reality
Two bitches at once and I swear they be mad at me
I come with the force, you can call me some gravity
I float by these niggas, just like
You're just a new jack, and you can't even rap
You want to trip? Trip on that
I'm like MC Lyte, checking hoes tonight
If you're not a real rapper, get
get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up)
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once
yeah pick one
Take a clip out, plug a new one back in
Shoot the gun like you're gonna die by 5 pins
Hit the pins like you're bowling in a real sin
Go
on dust
I rush this rhythm, hold like Mingus
I swing this joint, no static to sting this
A bitch's brew, who ?? gyro
Scabs can't craft what only
flaming up
I'm real big on loyalty, might hit a stain with us
Yea
I'm real big on loyalty, might hit a stain with us
By the time this hit the net, my
face and you'll be in a good mood
You'll be over the moon, dancing on mars real soon
Whenever you hear this tune
Switch it up, left to the right
By
Oh yes
Oh lord lord, is on again
Lil Dizzie Kay G Vibes
Dr Spooky
Drop er rhythm let it go so
Omo
Omo
Drop er rhythm let it go so
Omo
Omo
Drop er
on the real
What is it that you want from me
When I get a choice I seem to always do what's wrong for me
Fuck a new friend they seem to always end up wronging
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your
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